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[revelboo]

would you ever think about writing something with the elite trine/starscream, thundercracker, and skywarp x a human reader ...... perchance .......... i am a hungry little peasant child, digging for scraps of poly trine x reader on the side of the road which is called tumblr .......... [TAKE UR TIME . OR DONT DO THE REQUEST ITS OKAY SERIOUSLY !!!!!!!!! GENUINELY YOURE SUCH A GOOD WRITER AND ITS SO INSANE THAT THE STARSCREAM X READER HCS HAS 33 POSTS ...... SINGLE HANDEDLY FEEDING US STARSCREAM LOVERS]

All I heard was reverse harem Seeker smut 🌶️ 18+ no plot here. Mass displaced mechs

Trine x Reader- sharing (stand-alone)

• Big servos flex against your hips and pull you back against a warm frame. It’s the feel of denta gripping your shoulder hard enough to bruise that gives away that it’s Skywarp. Little stinging nips along the curve of your neck that are intended just to make his brothers angry. Marking you. One of his big hands slides up to curl around your throat, the other down your front.

• Biting again as he cups your slick flesh, you make that little breathy sound of need that drives him crazy. Hips rocking against his hand in invitation and he’s generous today, not teasing. Pressing a servo into you and stroking until you’re moving against him to ride his palm. So needy. “You started already?” Growling as he looks over at Thundercracker, he nips that soft skin again, ignoring the question. He’d never shared anything very well. Star can be as angry as he likes after he’s finished with you. Withdrawing that slick servo earns him a little noise of protest, but as he urges you down, bending you over, you submit willingly. Needing this as much as he does. Wings lifting stiffly as he tries to ignore Thundercracker watching, he buries his spike in your wet heat.

• Groaning as he drives deep, you feel his servos tighten on your hips and then he’s rutting against you. Rough and fast, almost too much. And he’s growling in your ear, a rumbling stream of Cybertronian you can’t understand as he claims you, his bigger body caging yours. What’s it say about you that you don’t mind being shared by them? That your body responds the same way to all three Seekers. Hunger and heat. Skywarp shifts against you, thrusts becoming more urgent to send heat coiling through you. Impatient, hard strokes and then his rhythm falters and he bites again, hard enough to break the skin. The sharp sting tangling with the pleasure to drive you over the edge as he buries himself deep to release.

• Thundercracker watches Skywarp drag his glossa against your shoulder, his red optics bright as he slides out, a hand stroking affectionately down your spine. “Such a good pet,” Skywarp chuckles, teasing. Thundercracker knows he needs to wait for Starscream, that he’s going to be mad enough, but as you roll onto your back, thighs parted and slick, he’s moving without thinking. Dragging you to the edge so your legs hang over and burying his spike inside you. Curling himself over you, he rolls his hips and slides a hand under the back of your head. Lifting you enough he can reach and explore your mouth as he lazily rocks himself inside you. Taking his time to tease you both.

• For being the most affectionate of the three, Thundercracker’s mouth is pure sin. That glossa of his stealing inside, turning that warm kiss into something urgent and wholly at odds with the slow stroke of that big spike buried inside you. If Skywarp has no control, Thundercracker has too much. Your body heating again, needing more and being denied. Hooking your legs around his waist to buck your own hips against him, chasing that high he’s denying you.

• “Again?” Starscream vents as he lets himself inside and scowls. Skywarp laughs from where he’s sprawled, servos curled lazily about his own spike watching Thundercracker and their human. As annoyed as he is with them, he’s not too surprised. It’s so easy to rile you up. Always so eager and needy. Able to keep up with their needs. Thundercracker growls, hips moving faster, the wet sound of their bodies meeting mingling with the little noises of their human lost in passion. Your head thrown back, thighs trembling as Thundercracker bucks into you, his wings shuddering with his own release.

• Your body is still humming pleasantly as Thundercracker pulls away with one last kiss against the corner of your mouth. Head back and heart racing, you tremble as servos curl around your knee. Starscream, his expression calculating as he takes in your sweat slick skin and the mess his brothers have made. His expression growing tight before it passes. The complaint doesn’t come as he vents and buries himself inside you, that familiar spike stretching you. Bowed over you, thrusting deep his optics hold your eyes. And somehow your tired body responds for him, winding up again. Needing this. Him.

• Eyes dark with passion stare up at him as he takes you. Sometimes he regrets agreeing to share you. Wishes he’d kept you to himself, but he doesn’t regret how sharing you has mended the strain between them. You’re his. Always will be, but theirs too. Rutting against you, feeling your soft hands on him, he knows this is right. A trine united over something precious that they need to protect at all costs. Wings trembling as he pounds into your wet heat, he chases after as you arch under him, moaning his name as you milk his spike. Shattering.

[behexded]

06: Something that makes your character angry

honestly not a lot makes ichabod angry? he’s a very patient man,,

one thing that really upsets him, though, is the way some teachers and most schools handle education? as though every person learns the same? and if they can’t learn things this one way they should be punished for it? it’s ridiculous, honestly.

he’s only a music teacher but he really does his best to cater to his students’ needs. makes sure they know that he’s available to help during his lunch breaks and after school, should they need it. ostracizing people who learn differently than you do very doesn’t sit right with him and i think that’s part of why he’s so patient? he knows these kids are used to other teachers getting frustrated with them and that makes it easier for them to Give Up so . he does his best to be Gentle and Understanding.

[simpfiles]

Hey I think your stories are amazing and I was wondering if you could write sd Silco because ou know better than an of us how to make it realistic? You of course dont need to. Thank you!

summary.    mob boss silco wants to finically support you. do you accept his offer?

a/n.      lol idk about 'realistic' but enjoy a fanfic's length of hcs (1.6k words? wack!) that somehow morphed into a loosely tied together plot. also take this playlist as an apology for the long wait.

silco’s new to the lifestyle and that’s ok, so are you. but at least you did your research, learning the terminology and unwritten rules of the trade. at your first meeting, silco made an apprising sweep of your body, lit his cigar, and said, “hm. alight. on your knees.” before you could even shake his hand.

you aren’t aware of his occupation as he was rather vague. Only mentioning that he was part of an organization that dealt with community welfare. you joked that it sounded like a cover for the mafia. he laughed back, “no, i’m not italian.”

aside from expecting head at the m&g, you are surprised by his chivalry; opening doors, holding your purchasers, helping you put on your coat, even walking on the outside of traffic. if things were different, then maybe...

no. stop. you're not about to become a cliche and fall for your sugar daddy. this is strictly business.

he comes across as boujee, adorn with versace and yves saint laurent but his apartment is nearly barren and pantry is stocked with generic brands and he eats at wendy’s (wendy’s of all places) once a month when visiting his daughter.

she’s studying to be a mechanical engineer. he asks if you’re planning on advancing your own education. college was never an option for him but he’d be open to help fund yours.

really doesn’t like being called a ‘sugar daddy’. if you must call him something and ‘boss/client’ is too detached, spoiling partner will suffice.

and spoil you he does. anything you want you get, but you have to ask for it. you have to be reminded that he is your main source of cashflow.

he wants be mutually exclusive, tho you may have a partner outside of the relationship, he doesn't want you working for other daddies. which works out perfectly for you because you don't think you could balance more than one + the idea of him having another baby on the side sends you in a fit of jealousy and despair.

you're also not allow to maintain another job while under his employment, as it cuts into his time with you and he likes you reliant on him for support.

you’re always paid in cash; a stack of hundreds with a creased fifty acting as a band. you’ve never seen him use a credit card.

on top of your allowance, he frequently takes you shopping. silco rushes you straight to the changing room while personally picking out clothes for you to model. he seems to have a thing for pinstripes...

sometimes an outfit he selects hangs off your body just right and he corners you back into the fitting room, locking the door behind him.

he’s a selfish fucker. never forget your a hole he’s paying to fuck as he pleases.

if you’re in this profession for instant gratification you better get out. he doesn’t let you cum once while in public.

he finishes in your mouth and tells you not to swallow until you leave the store.

it’s when you get home he rewards you for due diligence through body worship. his favorite position is on his knees with his arms wrapped around you legs, face buried in your lap. silco works his way up slowly, languid kisses turn to love bites while his hands melt away your tension. he gives you control. "choose a number." that's how many times he'll make you cum before even going near positions that he can cum in. it's all about reverence.

you're allow to spend the night and even extended stays but he doesn't want you to live with him. that's too much like a relationship and this is strictly business.

silco's primary tv usage is news and business related channels, leaning more heavily towards local news outlets. he does fill up the dvr with episodes of breaking bad and game of thrones bc everyone around him keeps raving about them. he'll put them on as background noise while fucking you.

he sleeps with a piece under his pillow. he has a spare for when he stays at your place, you just don't know.

while under his employment, silco has always taken care of you. never late on a payment, readily takes you wherever you want to go (ya'll just got back from a relaxing weekend trip to the coast), even bought you a car. tho it's in his name...for tax reasons, he claimed. so you don't push the subject of his work too much. no point in ruining a good thing.

and what a good thing this arrangement between you two is! you're not the only one who's been spoiled in the relationship.

silco never expected to find you so engaging and with a smile that he enjoys so much. it's nearly addictive. he feels-- something when you smile and hates himself for it. you're just some person he hired to fuck.

but when he touches himself it's your face he see, your voice he hears, and your underwear he sniffs that sends him over the edge.

damn fucking shame he has to screw things up.

thursday comes and you have a doctors appointment. something you told silco ahead of time and he signed off on. but as you wait for the nurse to call your name, you get a call from silco "drop you location."

he knows better than to mix business and pleasure but for the last week he's been over worked, fighting a migraine and has had an overwhelming need to feel your lips stretched wide around his prick.

if he rushes, he can have you suck him off in the car then drop you off at his place before his meeting.

his blood pressure immediately lows when he sees you coming outside. he tells you to get in the car and when you grow hesitant--stalling with questions--he offers you half a week's allowance for this one session.

never before has he seen you run so fast. he exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. this is strictly business.

he doesn't give you time to buckle up before slamming on the gas. his hand weaves its way into your hair, yanking your head to his crotch. his message crystal clear.

on the way he hits a pothole and hisses when your performance suffered from it. then refuses to let you stop even when a cop pulls him over for reckless driving. his iron grip keeps your lips firmly planted around the base of his prick as he sorts things out with the officer.

a flash of his id with payment is all it takes to make the problem go away. but it ate away too much from his time and he's forced to drive past his place if he wants that sweet release and make it to his meeting on time.

he finally cums somewhere at the cross section of 52nd street and loban avenue. with no instructions to hold it, you choke and swallow and recoil back in your seat. once you gain some composure you begin spitting questions left and right. none of them he can answer without opening the floodgates for more questions.

this was a bad idea.

"i'll explain everything when we get home," after he's had time to collect his thoughts and regroup his focus on you. "but for now, I need your silence."

you feel like a little kid. the analogy reaching new heights when he parks in front of an old laundromat and gives you explicated instructions to stay put. the locked doors only adding salt to the injury.

sevika is waiting for him inside. she gives him a briefing of what couldn't be said over the phone while guiding him into a secret cellar hidden behind the manger's office.

"one more thing..."

silco's muscles jerk instantaneously, "what?"

"he came with them."

silco turns to her for verification, then to his car with you still in idle. he should have never brought you. "when was his arrival?"

"about an hour ago. and he ain't happy about the wait."

"are the chembarons there as well?"

"yes, sir."

alright. he knows what needs to be done.

your eyes widen when you see sevika stalking towards you. they only get bigger when she gets in the driver's seat despite your best efforts to keep the doors locked.

obvious questions plummet out of your gape mouth: who are you, what are you doing, get the hell out of this car!

"all you need to know is that silco told me to take you home. so stop wasting my time and tell me your address."

not believing her for a second you start to get out of the car, "i want to talk to silco."

that's when she pulls a gun on you. "sit down."

you sit.

"tell me your address."

you tell her.

sevika doesn't withdraw the gun from you until she's barreling through the streets, back to your home.

stupid stupid. you curse yourself. you should have gotten out when you could. now you're stuck in a car with a possible criminal who now knows your address and silco-- oh gosh, silco!!

what happen to him? was he ok? you don't dare try to use your phone while under sevika's watch.

you have her drop you off at your apartment's main office. where there are witnesses and security cameras.

the second she pulls away, you call silco.

straight to voicemail.

you leave a heated voicemail that extends pass the recording limit. so you leave a second one telling him to call you back right away.

it's late in the night when he returns you call. he whispers you name and you sigh back his, so happy to hear his voice again.

"i no longer require your services,"

"what?"

"you will receive a month's allowance as severance."

"no no no no. silco what's going on? i don't understand, can yo--"

"do not attempt to contact me again."

"but i--"

he ends the call.

not one to give up easily, you call him back.

sorry, but the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. good bye.

[tarrytcwn]

what i miss most is the spirit. there’s vitality - you hear it.

ichabod crane was born & raised in boston, massachusetts. 

he’s 27! 

he has a sister! older by two years. 

he’s jewish! 

he doesn’t drink alcohol. he appreciates the offer but will politely decline, thank you. 

he’s a grade a scaredy cat. ghosts are bad! monsters are bad! do not scare this man, he will have nightmares for days! he hates that he’s a fraidy cat but it’s just how he was built,, 

his family was rather well-off & he went to private school. he was a very good student, very smart. and he took up tutoring other students in his off time throughout high school. 

tutoring made him feel useful. turned him on to teaching as a career. it was something he was good at, after all.

ichabod realized he was gay in sophomore year. one tutoring session in the library lead to a rough kiss over a frustrating textbook question which lead to a very panicked and very confused ichabod bolting out of the library and back to his dorm with nothing more than a shakily murmured “i have to go.” 

ichabod’s never felt truly comfortable in his own skin and the realization just made it worse - it was a confusing time for him. scary, even. figuring yourself out isn’t always easy, especially when you didn’t know there was more of yourself to figure out. accepting himself was a slow process, but he got there with a little help (and perhaps a few more kisses. for experimental purposes, of course.) this is something he kept to himself, though. he wasn’t sure how his family would react and the thought of bringing it up terrified him.   

after high school, ichabod got accepted to berklee college! because if there was one thing he truly enjoyed, it was music. and if he was going to teaching something for the rest of his life, shouldn’t it be something he enjoyed? his family was just as thrilled as he was. 

college brought with it the freedom to experiment. people were far more open and accepting and, though it took him a little while to get out of his shell, so was ichabod. he worried less about keeping things hidden and even bought his first pride flag, hanging it up in his dorm. even attended his first pride. it was so Freeing, ichabod had never felt more himself than he did his first semester of college. 

coming home during breaks soon became a chore because of how different he had to act around his family. putting up a Straight Man Front and trying to laugh off questions about Girlfriends and Gettin’ Some (which he Was, just. not in the way they thought.) it was tiring. 

 so in his second year of college, he decided that he was going to tell his family over winter break. he was fucking Terrified. so much so that he was sick to his stomach just thinking about it but. he couldn’t keep hiding who he was, it felt Wrong. 

so one night over dinner, he announced very shakily that he had something he needed to tell everyone and then proceeded to come out at the dinner table, eyes never leaving his food and hands shaking. 

his sister took it very well! she even took one of his hands in hers and gave a reassuring squeeze to try to calm his nerves. 

his mother, however, was a different story entirely. she went off on him about “no son of mine-“ etc. etc. she was Pissed and ichabod was heartbroken. 

his sister reassured him later, quietly over his muffled sobs into her sweater, that their mother would come around. that she had to. she was their mom. ichabod wasn’t so sure about that. 

she didn’t. she cut him off & disowned him and ichabod was sure that her deafening silence the day that he left home for the last time hurt infinitely more than the sharp words she’d thrown at him at the dinner table. 

he hasn’t spoken to his mom in eight years & he’s fine with that. 

he still keeps in touch with his sister, they text almost daily. 

he couldn’t afford college without his mother’s help, so he dropped out. took the money he’d had saved up and moved to new york city for a change of scene. he needed it desperately. 

he landed himself a shitty office job with decent pay & a little apartment in manhattan & honestly? it felt good to be on his own for real. 

he fell in love with the city - the bustling streets and the nightlife were incredible. ichabod found himself falling into a routine in the best of ways. it was a bit of an adventure at first but it was worth it. 

he quickly realized, though, that making friends wasn’t easy outside of a classroom setting and loneliness crept in, as it so often does. 

ichabod started going out to bars in the hopes of finding company with a bit of liquid courage to ease his nerves. which is a good plan in theory but it went terribly awry when he went back to a handsome fellow’s place and proceeded to take drugs with him to loosen up. it felt incredible, getting high like that. his nervousness faded away in the haze and he didn’t have to worry about stumbling over his words, they just came to him. 

things just went downhill from there. one night of drug-induced fun turned into two and three and “just a few more”s. 

 it got to the point where he didn’t care what he took as long as he took something to keep the ache in his temples and the shake in his fingers from catching up with him. 

one too many callouts (he always felt like utter shit in the mornings, some days dragging himself out of bed just wasn’t worth it) lost him his job. he didn’t care much, more time to fool around and less time worrying about his supervisor bitching him out for calling out “again? really? that’s the third time this month, ichabod. not to mention the two times you forgot to call-“ christ. good riddance. 

the countless nights of blacked out memories & mornings waking up on grimy floors or in strange men’s beds should really have been the wake up call ichabod needed. unfortunately, it took getting evicted for everything to crash down on him. 

where was he going to stay? his first thought was Family but if his mother hated him for being an upstanding gay citizen, there’s no way she’d take him back when he was like this and he couldn’t bear the thought of his sister seeing him in such a state. he spent his first of many nights out on the streets with a duffle bag full of clothes and little else. 

he needed to get out of the city and he needed to get clean. he started to go to na meetings and spent days he was feeling Less Like Shit working odd jobs to save up for a one way ticket out of here. 

ichabod settled on tarrytown as his goal location, it was a small quiet town not too far from the city and there was a music teacher position available at the high school. if everything went well (and they didn’t ask for his credentials) ichabod figured he could find an apartment there and be away from all of the temptations the city brought with it. 

it was a perfect plan, really. start anew where nobody knew him. clean slate. he could be whatever he wanted to be in tarrytown… he could be sober and clean and happy and- hell, who knew! maybe he’d even fall in love… 

he’s always been a romantic at heart, but it felt like a little much to ask for someone to love him. he’s always loved daydreaming about what it’d like for someone to take his hand and kiss him softly and tell him things will be alright when things absolutely don’t seem like they will be. he’s always Wanted that, a dull ache in his chest in the background. but a nagging at the back of his brain has always reminded him that he’s a mess, he always will be, and loving him is a lot to ask of any man. 

ichabod was thrilled - more than thrilled! - when he got an interview and then a call telling him that the tarrytown high school wanted him for their music teacher position. this was it. this was his chance for a new life and a new home and friends… 

 with his duffel full of clothes, a pride flag, and toiletries, and the money he’d saved from odd jobs, ichabod boarded a bus to tarrytown. it was a nice little town, so close to the city and yet so different, and ichabod couldn’t help but feel like perhaps this would be where he belonged… 

he kept up with na meetings while living there and exploring the town kept him busy until school started a week later. 

 on his first day, he met katrina who quickly became ichabod’s best friend there in tarrytown. she was bubbly and sweet and talkative. vibrant. she made ichabod feel welcome and she invited him to dinner the day they met. having nothing to lose, ichabod accepted. it was nice to have someone who wanted him around, even if they hadn’t known each other very long at all. 

and that night he met katrina’s husband, brom. he wasn’t expecting brom but the man was a pleasant surprise and awfully easy on the eyes. 

it was very easy to see the relationship between katrina and brom was Strained, even just hanging around for ten minutes. katrina asking for help cooking and brom brushing her off for the football game that was on tv. “typical straight man, really.” thanks, ichabod. 

it was a lovely evening nonetheless and ichabod suggested they do it again sometime. it was nice to have friends… friends who liked him, who wanted him around, who made him feel included the way brom and katrina did when they asked him about the city. 

all good things come to an end sometime, though, from ichabod’s personal experience, and this was no exception. katrina left brom and moved in with ichabod and. ichabod felt partially responsible, really. he didn’t tell her to leave brom but he didn’t dissuade her from the idea, either. it wasn’t really his fault, was it? her choice was her own to make. 

brom wasn’t happy when he found out that ichabod had talked with katrina about leaving & ichabod, distressed over possibly losing his only other friend, tried convincing brom that it was ultimately katrina’s decision and he didn’t encourage her leaving him. it seemed to do the trick bc brom asked to stay friends, asked for ichabod to come over to watch football sometime to which ichabod ecstatically agreed. “just don’t tell katrina.” which seemed odd, but who was he to question it? 

the time he didn’t spend on classes or at na meetings, he spent with katrina or brom. the latter of the two seemed far more warm and welcoming and… tactile now. 

ichabod was hopeless when it came to football, no matter how many times brom tried to explain it to him, sports simply wasn’t his forte. but curled up on brom’s couch with brom’s arm around his shoulders, close enough to smell the heavy scent of brom’s cologne, close enough to- well. 

 brom asked about katrina every now and then but mostly it was lighthearted joking and, if ichabod wasn’t reading the situation wrong, some lighthearted flirting as well. which made his dumb gay heart pitter pat in the confines of his chest. he wondered, perhaps, if the attraction he felt was mutual. if perhaps brom presented straight because it was all he’d ever known and perhaps he was suppressing himself because he was afraid. ichabod knew that feeling all too well. 

it was enough to get ichabod Thinking about brom in the romantic sense. brom didn’t know the side of him he’d left behind in manhattan, brom just knew ichabod as the dorky music teacher from the city that his wife brought home one night. his football buddy. an upstanding fellow. brom knew ichabod only as ichabod wanted to be known and something about that made ichabod yearn for him all the more. maybe someone Could love him. maybe Brom could love him. 

but that was a lot of perhapses built high on false hopes and ichabod made a fool of himself one night, breaking his No Alcohol rule just once - it was only one beer, how much harm could it do? - and in the closeness of it all, in a lull in conversation, with a tipsy tongue, blurted that he loved brom. “even i can’t get over the shock that i love you– brom, i love you. i’m in love.” and god, he should’ve laughed it off as a joke when he saw the look on brom’s face- he looked almost disgusted and it shattered the tower of hopes and dreams and fantasies that he absolutely shouldn’t have gotten invested in. ichabod felt genuine fear course down his spine then, muttered a shaky “i’m so sorry, brom, i should go.” and hastily took his leave. 

 he managed to make it home before he broke down, katrina trying to get him to tell her what was wrong just made him cry harder before she pulled him close and assured him it didn’t matter, it was alright now. she had him. which just made him feel worse for falling for her husband. and he once he’d cried himself out, he fell asleep with her fingers carding through his hair. 

 the next morning he felt worse than he had since before moving to tarrytown and he made the executive decision to leave. he couldn’t stay here, not after he’d broken katrina’s trust and brom hated him. surely he hated him, the look on his face… brom was straight, ichabod had known that. it was nothing new. him holding out hope for anything else had been foolish and childish and- maybe the city was where he belonged. 

 so that night, after emailing the school about his departure - claiming it was a family emergency that was pulling him away. that he needed to live closer to family in these trying times - he said goodnight to katrina and packed a few bags and left without another word to either her or brom. 

he misses katrina dearly. sure, she was a little flighty and drank too much but she was sweet and it had been so long since he’d been someone’s best friend…. it had felt nice to be needed. he misses that feeling immensely. he hopes she’s happy, she deserves to be. 

he’ll be a year clean on august 13th and is 1 month & 13 days sober. 

 he’s hoping, someday, to go back to college and finish his degree but he’s sure he has enough musical knowledge to get him by. he did, after all, teach a stellar music class for a year. 

he really loved teaching music. he’s hoping to get another teaching job somewhere soon or he’ll have to settle for whatever he can make money at. 

right now, he’s staying at an airbnb until he can find a proper apartment that’s both in his price range and comfortable enough to live in. 

he has a nervous tic of scratching at his inner arm/elbow. 

he doesn’t like the spooky aspect of halloween but he loves the creative aspect of it. he carved pumpkins with brom and katrina on halloween last year and it was such a warm, fun, wholly autumn experience that he’d missed. 

he has a noticeable scar on his wrist from trying to cut a frozen bagel with a steak knife in college. the blood ruined his favorite white sweater. yes he was more upset about the sweater than the gash in his wrist. “my wrist will heal, my sweater won’t!!” 

 he can play piano, violin, guitar, and ukulele. 

he’s most comfortable in a buttondown or a sweater and a pair of slacks or really nice jeans, but he’s been known to be bold in his outfit choices on occasion. 

he’s still not really sure of himself when it comes to making friends/interacting with people he doesn’t know and it’s very difficult without the crutch of getting high to loosen up but. he’s trying. 

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

✏, hotchreid, first kiss 🥺

You don’t just get a blurb honey, you get the whole damn night. I’ll eventually start writing blurbs and not full-length oneshots for these asks, but Cee (my love my family my favorite always) is who got me back into CM in the first place so yours was always going to be the long, fleshed out version. I love you so my dear. 

((P.S. Yes I’m still working on the 200follower asks xD I’m so sorry life got in the way and I discovered hcs but I’m being responsible and finishing all of these now I promise!!!))

Personal plot bunny: Hotch invites Reid over to help with a research paper/with Jack and Reid gets to see his boss all domestic and soft, and in turn Spencer just kind of fits in his home seamlessly and Hotch kisses him as he leaves.

Word Count: 3107

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It’s a perfectly ordinary day in late November when Hotch opens his apartment door to Reid standing there in the clothes he’d worn to work earlier that day. Satchel over his shoulder, wrapped in jacket and scarf, and giving him a small quirk of a smile in greeting -- still very obviously thrown off kilter that Hotch had invited him over in the first place. 

When Reid said he’d lend him a hand on his most recent research paper, the younger agent had probably expected them to do it at the office. Interviews and research were all a big part of having a Behavioral Science subunit at the FBI, and published papers were a requirement from all BAU members to aid in this endeavor. Every team had to keep a steady output of resources and research studies going just to keep funding for the department afloat. He may be Unit Chief, but Hotch was no exception to these requirements, even with as much work as he has to put in on the regular. 

Usually, he can do his research and piece together papers in between his daily paperwork. But this week Jess is sick with a stomach flu, and Jack hadn’t gotten to spend time with Hotch in what feels like a month. So the easiest solution was obviously to invite Reid to have dinner with them at his home, entertain him while he read over the drafted paper and helped Hotch out. 

Obviously. 

The only reasonable option, really. 

“Thanks for coming, Reid,” Hotch greets back with a softened expression as he looks him up and down. “Did you even go home first?” The very first thing Hotch always does is change out of his suit when he gets home, shedding that armour as best he can to switch mindsets between Agent Hotchner of the FBI, and Aaron Hotchner the ever-stressed-out single dad. That evening donning worn jeans and a heather grey Henley to better accommodate himself within the space. 

“Oh -- no, I didn’t see much point,” Reid shrugs, then motioning to his satchel which is now filled with books that weren’t there when he’d left the bull pen a couple hours before. “I stopped by the law library in Georgetown and found a few more references, just in case you were using the Favero citations instead of Weston and I don’t have all of those read yet -- or I didn’t. I do now. But I still brought them--”

Hotch smiles, a real smile -- small as it is, but no less fond of Reid going out of his way to help him. But before he can thank him again Jack’s socked feet come thundering down the hall behind him. 

“Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer!” And he’s slipping past Hotch, smooth and fluid as water, attaching himself to Reid’s legs and waist in a hug with a big smile that looks so much like Aaron’s own. When he’d been younger, only about three or four years old, Jack had been deathly scared of Doctor’s visits. It had been Reid’s idea to have Jack start calling him ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help alleviate some of that fear, associating the moniker with his non-threatening and familiar face. Reid had been much younger then, too, and that had helped the tactic work like a charm. Haley had been over the moon when his reverse psychology worked out so well. 

“Jack! Woah, you got taller!” Reid’s whole demeanor changes. A little more animated, more comfortable, even -- and Hotch could remember a time when Reid hadn’t even wanted to hold a child for fear of the interaction. Now, he was always the first to talk to one if JJ didn’t beat him to it. “How’ve you been?” “Good!” Jack says excitedly, barreling over the small talk in ways only children can. “Dad says you’re going to help him with his homework, can you help me with mine too?!”

Reid smiles even wider and chances a glance at Hotch that he feels in his chest. “You bet, I love helping with homework.”

Jack just scrunches his nose up at him. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun.”

“Homework isn’t fun.”

“Well, maybe you’ve been doing it wrong.” 

“Let’s let Dr. Reid in from the hallway,” Hotch interrupts with a laugh, herding his son and the younger agent inside. “Jack, go get your homework and you can do it at the table,” Hotch says as he takes Reid’s coat and watches him kick off his shoes by the door. Mismatched socks prominent against the hardwood floors. Making himself at home, shedding some of the layers and getting comfortable in the space much like Aaron does every day after work. “Hope you like spaghetti. It won’t be as good as Rossi’s.”

“Who doesn’t love spaghetti,” Spencer grins with a soft laugh. “Rossi’s is almost too fancy for me, anyway.”

“A man of simple tastes,” Hotch teases him.

“I’m easily impressed.”

“Lucky me.” 

It slips out, the low, comfortable banter, and Reid’s eyes are alight and Aaron feels himself smiling enough his dimples show, and he leads the way to the kitchen where dinner is already in the works on the stove. Filling the small condo with the smell of tomato sauce and garlic. 

-

Jack and Reid set up at the kitchen bartop where they can watch Hotch finish cooking and stay within reach of conversation. It doesn’t take long for Hotch to finish making dinner, or for Jack to finish his homework spurred on by Reid’s strange enthusiasm for math problems. With how much time they spend talking about psychology and sociology (and sometimes even philosophy) Hotch always forgets one of Reid’s Ph.D.’s is in mathematics. 

“Numbers just make sense,” he explains, when Hotch brings it up while drizzling olive oil on the drained pasta on the stove. “There’s always a right answer and the rest are wrong. It’s comforting, to an extent, but predictable -- that’s why I shifted focus from sciences to humanities. There’s no right or wrong answers in philosophy, it’s all argumentative. Always evolving. I prefer that, it’s no fun having all the answers.” 

And coming from someone who does always have all the right answers, that must mean something profound to the younger man. One conversation outside the walls of the BAU and Hotch already feels like he understands Reid more than he has in a long time.

--

Dinner runs so smoothly it’s as if Reid is always there for it. Jack even finishes all of his food and helps with the dishes before Hotch has to ask him to. Making the two men exchange a glance and Hotch ask, “You charge by the hour?” and Reid laughs into his water glass in reply. They end up talking a bit about the paper Hotch has been working on, along with about a dozen other things Reid launches into in side tangents -- from the books he’d read during his brief visit to Georgetown that afternoon, to his most recent philosophical debate he had with his doctoral advisor about his thesis paper he’ll have to submit at the end of next month. 

“Do you need time to piece it together? I didn’t know you were that close to your next Ph.D.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Reid waves him off. “I just need a weekend where we are actually in town and not on a case, and I’ll get it finished.” 

“I’ve been working on this paper for the past six months,” Hotch all but balks in disbelief. “How can you write a Ph.D. dissertation in a weekend?”

“Well, I’m not the Unit Chief or a single parent,” Reid points out with a gentle grin, and Hotch feels one pulling at his own lips as well. “But it’s mostly written anyway, just all up here.” He points to his head, and Hotch bets he could recite the paper verbatim with what he writes up when he has the time.

“You could always write it on the jet,” Hotch says. 

“I do,” Reid smirks, and Hotch can’t help but roll his eyes. “In my head, someone is usually taking up the table with a headstart on paperwork.”

“I think they can be talked into relinquishing some table top space,” Hotch says, until Reid gives him a look. “Oh, you mean me?”

“You spread out everything to keep it organized in piles.” 

“I’d share with you.”

“You told Rossi to use the couch last week when he wanted to answer emails,” Reid says with a barely contained laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s not you,” Hotch admits before he can take it back, and Reid almost answers -- mouth open and everything -- when Jack comes back and is all but begging ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help him with his science fair project he hadn’t even decided on. 

--

The rest of the evening ends up with the three holed up in Hotch’s office, Reid surrounded by Law books and reading material he hasn’t gotten to sift through before, Hotch with his drafted paper printed out for Reid’s ease of access, and Jack with his science textbook and a notebook already talking Reid’s ear off about a science project for the spring. 

But once the time starts to tip into the later hours of the night, Hotch tells Jack to get ready for bed and say goodnight to Dr. Reid. 

“Goodnight, Dr. Spencer. Thanks for your help,” Jack says politely, ingrained in him by his father and Reid smiles a little too bright and soft at the same time at how sweet it is he tries to be good for company.

“You know, Jack, you can just call me Spencer if you’d like,” he says, knowing that the older boy has already outgrown his fear of the doctor and the reverse psychology is no longer needed.

Jack looks a little confused for a moment. “Dad doesn’t.” 

“Well, your dad can, too -- if he wants,” Reid says, looking to Hotch and they share a look he once again can feel in his chest. Watching the whole interaction with a carefully guarded expression, but it melts under Reid’s glance and he isn’t quite sure what is there anymore. But whatever it is, it makes Reid smile softly at him.

“Okay, goodnight Spencer,” Jack interrupts their moment, and hugs Reid around the neck from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. It jostles the younger man, and Hotch smiles wide and ducks his head down to hide it. But Reid hugs Hotch’s son back, and tells him goodnight, as well. “You’ll come back, right?”

“Of course, I’d love to,” Reid tells him, and -- satisfied -- Jack goes off to brush his teeth, leaving the two in a lull of heavy silence. “Sorry, I think I just invited myself over, some time.”

“You’re welcome anytime.” And he means that, knows Reid knows that as he looks at him a little more soundly than before. “Not just for work.” If that needed to be said. 

And if Reid’s face flushes a little darker in the low lighting, Hotch doesn’t mention. No matter how much he can’t seem to look away.

Reid looks over his entire paper while Hotch tucks Jack into bed, and is already making notes on it at his desk when the man returns. The next hour rolls into two, and Hotch drags another chair in from the kitchen so they can share his desk and work through bullet points on the paper but… it was pretty much done, from the start. Even Reid’s edits didn’t take them long. After a while they dissolve into just talking, discussions and anecdotes and sitting maybe a little too close and laughing so much and so loud sometimes they have to quiet themselves so they don’t wake Jack down the hall. 

It’s almost 10:30 by the time they resurface from each other, before Hotch realizes Reid probably needs to go home because they both have to be at work bright and early. But this was… this was the best night he’s had in a long, long time, and he wants to do it again. Soon. More than soon. More than once. He thinks about all of this as he follows Reid to the front door and helps him gather the rest of his things. 

“We should do this again, sometime,” Hotch mentions, hands in his pockets and trying to be more cool about this than he feels.

“I’d like that, I had a lot of fun tonight,” Reid answers, standing up from tying his shoes and giving him that bright, wide smile he doesn’t always feel comfortable enough to allow. It never fails to stall Hotch in his tracks, staring a little too long at his mouth than he should be. 

“What if, next time, it’s just us? And no Jack?” he continues, elaboration just in case Reid doesn’t grasp what he’s asking. Reid is watching him with this look as if he’s unsure he heard correctly, and Hotch is nothing if not patient.

“I’d… I’d be okay with that,” Reid answers, slowly as he weighs some unseen options and gauges Hotch’s facial expressions to the most minute detail.

“Good. How about Saturday?”

He can see the moment it all clicks into place.

“...Are you asking me on a date?” Reid asks, a little winded. 

“If that’s alright with you,” Hotch says with a half smile. Once again sounding more confident than he should in the face of how Reid’s eyes start to dart around and he licks his lips nervously.

“I don’t know how -- how good I am with dates.” There’s a story behind that, and Hotch wants to know it, but he does his best to press Reid gently. Because… he’s been holding off asking the younger man for a long time, now, but after tonight he gets the feeling that he might not have needed to be so hesitant, after all. 

“Oh?”

“Just -- the ritual of it all always throws me off. Dressing up and going out, and making conversation over dinner while trying to eat and maintain the other’s attention, and then keeping it all going if you manage to do that I just don’t always do so well one-on-one and --”

“Reid.” He pauses, then -- “Spencer.” And that stalls his stream of thought to words, catching Spencer’s attention and snagging it in the best way. “...we just did all of that. And it was great.” Hotch knows his own expression has softened around the edges over the course of the night, smiles easier to hold, eyes more expressive, and Spencer takes in every change and nuance with a well-practice eye and is… very obviously stunned by what he finds. “So -- I’d like to do it again. Saturday?” 

Shocked, eyes a little wide, breath lost to the wind, Spencer waits a beat too long to answer. Enough to make Hotch nervous, before he answers in a sound that could have been a whisper if it had been quieter. A slight crack to it that betrays his emotion.

“Okay.” 

Hotch gets a turn to be stunned, because he thought this had been about to take a very different turn. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“--Okay.”

Intelligent men that they were, that was the extent of the conversation, and then Reid is smiling that bright, sunshine laced smile and Hotch is trying to contain his own and -- Reid still needs to go home. So, biting his lip, Reid turns as if to leave -- is just about out the door when he stops and turns back so quick he almost runs into Hotch on the threshold. 

“So… technically, that means this was our first date, then. Right?” he looks so goddamn hopeful, and like he has something further to add, that Hotch smiles outright and this time doesn’t bother hiding it.

“Technically, yes.” He supposes it was. And it really had been… a great night. Not a bad first date, at all.

Reid takes far too long trying to string together words after that. Keeps looking to Hotch then away to gather his thoughts, then back again as if in search of something; and it’s after about the third time that Hotch realizes what he’s getting at. What he’s trying to find a way to ask. 

It hits him so silent and hard it about knocks the wind out of him.

Oh.

He can do that.

Hotch steps closer, about the same time Spencer opens his mouth like he’s finally figured out the right combination of words within the range of the English language to form a coherent sentence, and they all die on his tongue the moment Hotch guides him back with a hand on his hip. He’s done it before, gentle leading when Reid strays the wrong way or needs to be shifted in a crowded room on cases, and this time is just as easy and no different.

Except this time, Hotch isn’t maneuvering them to get past him. This time, he presses Spencer’s spine to the doorframe and leans in to capture his lips with his own. Right there, in the open doorway.

Hotch kisses him, and it’s perfect.

The gentle slide of lips is over before either know it, lasts longer than his racing heart can measure, and before Hotch can decide his next move Spencer tilts in closer and kisses him back, slow and methodical and Hotch feels that. Feels it the way he’s felt every moment they had and shared the whole night. His free hand finds that sharp jaw framed in messy curls getting longer all over again, and Spencer doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands beyond grasp at Hotch’s shirt at his sides and then -- 

Then Hotch pulls back enough that he can nudge his nose against Spencer’s carefully, a punctuation that ends the kiss soft and apologetic. Silently says that’s all they can do tonight. That there’s more, awaiting them, but that… 

That had been one hell of a good first kiss.

“See you in the morning, Spencer.” 

For once, Dr. Spencer Reid is speechless in an entirely new way, and he merely nods with lips still parted and a little darker from the kiss. From kissing him, and Hotch knows he stares more than he should, but that’s been a frequent occurrence lately. It’s just getting harder and harder to turn away, watch Reid -- Spencer -- smile at him in that quiet way only ever directed at him, and then walk away. But he lets it happen, feels every step even as he shuts the door behind him.

Because Hotch will see Spencer tomorrow.

And, one day, maybe he won’t have to watch him walk away at all. 

[lymmsweb]

Hello! How are you? I was wondering if maybe you could do a Zenitsu x Fem!Reader where she has an older brother that's a hashira and sometimes he will come to help them on missions but Zen is scared of him? Like her brother is super protective and strong and Zen is scared that he will not be enough for her or smth like that lol (also, I'm new to your writing and OMG ITS SO GOOD my native language is also spanish lmao)

I haven't been feeling the best emotionally at the moment, ty for asking, you're too nice <3

I didn't know whether you wanted for a fic or hcs so I wrote hcs, if you wanted a fix just tell me and I'll do it again :D

Zenitsu x F!Reader & her older brother is a Hashira

Female reader

Fluff/Angst (? idk what to classify this as)

Headcanons

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Y/O/B = Your Older Brother

Tw : None

When he finds out that your brother is a Hashira he visibly freaks out, he just knows that he's going to be the death of him

But as soon as the news comes to him that Y/O/B wants to accompany you two on missions, he begs. begs for you to tell him ‘no’

Just being in the presence of all the other Hashira was scary enough, now he had to be on a mission with one that happens to be your brother

“Hey my name is Y/O/B, I guess that you're that boy.” He greeted Zenitsu, quite frankly he knew a lot about him since the higher-ups would talk about him every once in a while.

Zenitsu tried his best not to show his fear, he needed to make a good impression on one of your family members

He took notice that when you guys were walking to the mission destination, that whenever he tried to talk to you or tried to do anything flirty things with you, Y/O/B would give him a dirty stare

To say that Zenitsu felt threatened was an understatement

You tried your best to comfort him but you knew that it would do little to nothing

When you guys reached the destination, Y/O/B made quick work of the demons, not letting a single one get close to either one of you

It was honestly then until Zenitsu realised how strong your brother was, that’s when he started getting insecure about his strength. How was he ever supposed to protect you when your own brother was that strong? Would you even love him if he was so weak?

Those thoughts ran through his head as you two stared at Y/O/B annihilating every single demon within the vicinity, he reached out to hold your hand, trying to convince himself that he was enough

Zenitsu once tried to do a staredown with him trying to intimidate him, but all he ended up is making a fool of himself as Y/O/B just laughed in his face

Whenever you three were on a mission he tried his hardest to prove himself worthy of you, worthy of protecting you. although it always ended up you saving him

Y/O/B would stalk Zenitsu just to make sure that he didn't try to do anything that might hurt you, some of the pillars could him doing this and would tease him about being so overprotective of you

Zenitsu could always sense that he was judging him, even from across the room or when he was just talking to you without him near

The occasions that your brother is being genuinely nice to him you and Zenitsu get creeped out, you two definitely thought that he was plotting to kill Zenitsu and tried to stay clear of him for a couple of hours

[fairestwriting]

Wait a second! I absolutely adore that hcs where the boys helped mc get together with their vice dorm head. Then, what if its the other way around? 👀 may I request the vice dorm head's crush asking to set them up with their dorm heads now? You can exclude Ortho since well...he's a baby lol. Hehehehe. Thank you! Angst we go~

YEAHHH pain time lets go. im reusing the trey/riddle/reader childhood friend love triangle from that post btw because i liked that one so much. this is once again, So fucking long.

+ if you like my writing, you can buy me a ko-fi to support me!

Trey Clover

Trey was the one who introduced you to Riddle, all those years ago, when you were all just brats running around in the Country of Roses. Since then, the three of you had been pretty much inseparable.

Unlike Riddle, who was more on the reserved side when it came to affection, Trey was rather open with it. People just knew you were close, you spent most of your time off classes together, occasionally joined by Riddle. You all meant so much to each other, it felt like you'd just be together forever, just like this.

But things start to change when you find yourself wanting to be closer to Riddle. You saw him often, but it never felt like it was enough, he wouldn't leave your mind... you were starting to develop serious feelings for him, yet you didn't know what to do about it.

Riddle had become Heartslabyul's dorm leader recently, and he was taking his duties seriously, as seriously as he took everything else. He'd have less and less time for you and Trey, you didn't know how you could get your feelings through to him, who always had his head on his work. It just felt hopeless.

You couldn't handle all the pining anymore, so you decide to ask Trey for help. How could you communicate your feelings to Riddle when he felt so distant? You feel like the only person who could possibly know what to do would be Trey.

You come to him when he's baking by himself, lingering around the kitchen as you beat around the bush for a bit, but eventually spit out that you were in love with Riddle, and didn't know how to confess to him when things were like this. Trey stops his work for a second, surprised once he hears you had fallen for him... but then he looks at you with a smile in his face, and promises to help.

Of course, helping doesn't come without some teasing, but Trey does sincerely want to assist you. He'll ask you questions to understand the situation as well as he could, finding out how you two had been getting along lately.

So you spill all your worries to him, about how Riddle had barely been talking to you recently, how you were worried he’d reject you and it’d ruin your group’s chemistry. Trey takes in your words with an attentive stare, it somehow feels sour to hear them, like an unwanted change. Had he believed the three of you would have the same sort of relationship forever? That seemed so childish, but now that he had to think about this...

When you’re done venting, Trey ruffles your hair and declares you should bake him a tart, with his help of course -- Which is met with confusion, but as he begins getting the ingredients out, he explains how catching Riddle’s attention with something that would get the stress out of him would be a good way to start your confession.

You’re a bit overwhelmed by the idea of doing this now and today, but you go along with him. While you two are making the dessert, you go over what you should tell him. Trey guesses that Riddle’s distance did come from him not doing well lately, and he reassures that you three would still be friends no matter what, even if you got rejected. You were all mature enough to accept things as they are, weren’t you? You shouldn’t let your bond be shaken by something like this.

When you’re done, you have a tart in your arms and a plan in your head, feeling calm. Trey really did know how to help people, he’s such a good friend -- You make sure to tell him that as you hug him tight. Just a couple hours ago you had no idea what to do, now you knew the exact words to use when confessing your feelings to Riddle. You really did owe him one.

Trey just laughs it off as he hugs you back, wishing you good luck and saying he’ll be there for you no matter what. You pick the tart up and turn on your heel to leave, and his smile just dies immediately.

He feels like he’s missed an opportunity he never even really considered, but one might suppose you don’t know what you’ve lost until you’ve had it taken away -- Still, it’s you and Riddle, he can’t go against you. He just hopes you two are happy if you get together.

Jade Leech

Jade knows all of Azul’s friends, and you were no exception. Whether it was because Azul ordered him to keep an eye on you or because he was just curious, even though you didn’t talk much by yourselves, he did know who you were.

Being very observant, Jade’s already caught on to the fact that you liked Azul. It was funny watching you two dance around each other, he might have placed a bet with Floyd on when you’d get together -- But he definitely didn’t expect for you to come to him to ask for help on setting you two up.

That sparks Jade’s interest. You’d think he was suspicious, with how quickly he’s willing to help you, but the proposal just amuses him too much to deny it. He likes putting plans together, he’d been interested in your relationship with Azul, what more could he ask for?

You might not trust him that much initially, even if you came to him for help. It’s easy to be suspicious of Jade, after all, no one can tell what he’s thinking behind that poker faced smile after all. But he assures you that he had nothing to win if he messed up your relationship with Azul, and setting you two up seemed amusing, so he’d do it.

And so, Jade becomes your very own Azul teacher. Jade knows him as well as the palm of his hand, so he’ll explain some of his manneirisms to you, tell you about things he likes that he hides from the public, help you plot dates. He thinks it's cute how excited you get when you feel like you've gotten a new piece to your puzzle.

Early on, he doesn't see you as much more than someone to toy with, honestly. But your reactions are more interesting to watch than anyone else, you have this sparkle to you that sets you apart from other people. And he supposes that's the sort of person who would be good for Azul, yet...

He knows he's getting attached when it feels like the game grows stale. Soon, seeing Azul's rare flustered expressions and your determination paired together as you spent time with each other wasn't fun anymore. He was still helping, but even as he picked your outfit for this date, he can't help but feel jealous. He wants this to be for him.

Jade isn't nice enough that he'll play along until you feel like you've gotten close enough to Azul. No, whether they worked together or not, he wanted you to be his, he's more angry than anguished -- Painfully jealous.

One day, he simply declares that he won't be helping you anymore, cutting your long scheme short. You're shocked, asking why, and Jade tells you that from now on, you'd both be planning your own separate games. You could still try to win Azul's affections, but that would go on as he tried to win yours.

Rook Hunt

Everyone who knew about your crush on Vil had been telling you, he’s way out of everyone’s league, he probably gets thousands of confessions a day, he’s so popular and above this lowly world, one can’t just come up to him and ask him out.

Yet your feelings just don’t go away. You know it’s not some celebrity worship thing, that wasn’t why you got close to him -- Since you noticed how off he seemed to be during the VDC, you had wanted to know the real Vil, and from being a manager to the NRC performance, you two did end up close, and your curiosity was quickly turning into something else, as you caught more glimpses of his off-camera self...

But it all still felt so hopeless. As much as you didn’t want to believe others, you knew what they said held some truth to it, you couldn’t just walk up to Vil and confess your feelings, that wouldn’t work with someone who’s experienced that countless times. You needed to do something special, and you needed to get close to him properly.

You had spent some time thinking about this already, and came to the conclusion you just couldn’t do it alone, you needed help to go near Vil’s heart -- And what better helper than the one who seemed to be his best henchman, Rook Hunt himself? You weren’t all that close to him, but he seemed well intentioned enough, so he’d hopefully at least give you some tips...

You approach Rook at Pomefiore, embarrassed you were doing something like this, but you swallow down all your pride. When you tell him you have a problem you needed his help to solve, he’s already all ears, but when you tell him that it’s about you falling in love with Vil and not knowing what to do about it, it’s like something sparks inside of him.

There’s nothing more beautiful than love, Rook is immediately willing to help you win Vil’s heart. He’s dealt with Vil’s admirers before, but never like this, they just blurted out their feelings to him and didn’t seem capable of playing a longer game -- You, though, were different, and that told him you might just be the one for his oh-so-cold queen.

He’ll ask you about what you had in mind for the confession, what you knew about Vil already, all while taking you out for a walk near the dorm building. You two have a long conversation about Vil, and Rook doesn’t want you to spare a single detail about your feelings, he wants to know precisely and vividly why you’d fallen for him.

You two meet a couple times to talk about him. Rook tells you all the things he knows about Vil, so numerous you feel a little jealous, which he notices. He can’t get enough of all the expressions your emotions cause, you begin to look so radiant for him. A dedicated protagonist, working hard towards achieving the love of someone who seemed so far away from them... it just feels poetic, the thought of you shows up more and more often in his head.

Even though he’s teaching you the ways of a specific type of beauty, he learns that the one you have is even brighter than it. The one thing more beautiful than love is your yearning, it seems, your dedication and determination, the pure dreams you had of just making Vil happy. 

The two of you plot an elaborate confession, he’d make sure you’d have a table in the Pomefiore building’s garden just to yourselves, so you could have tea together as the sun sets. You’re counting the days until your date excitedly, confident that you’ll get your feelings through to Vil, and Rook realizes he’ll have to let you go soon.

Oh, he does not want that -- Even if the thought of you in love with Vil was so stunning, the light of it felt like it blinded him. He thinks of all your expressions of affection towards the queen, and he wishes these were towards him, but he knows he has to accept his fate.

When he’s dropping you off at the date location, he kisses your hand and wishes you luck, telling you he’s so happy for you, though he admits that, as shameful as that was, he wishes nothing more than to be Vil right now. Your eyes go wide at the confession, you’re about to apologize, but Rook dismisses it, saying that he really is happy for you, and hopes you’re happy, too. It’s all genuine, just like your wish to win Vil’s affections that made you come to him.

Lilia Vanrouge

You two don't really know each other, at first. Even though you'd been meeting up with Malleus near Ramshackle often for a couple months now, you didn't really have other friends in the Diasomnia dorm -- You didn't tell Malleus about it, but you did find them intimidating.

You were catching some serious feelings for Malleus, though, and he seemed completely blind to every hint you dropped, intentional and unintentional, and desperate times requer desperate measures. You go over all Diasomnia members you knew, and Lilia seems like the most approachable one. You swallow down your unease, and tell him you needed to talk about something.

Lilia, being the decently welcoming person, agrees to meet you away from prying eyes, where you admit that you had been crushing on Malleus for months now, but had no idea what to do about it because he seemed completely immune to any of your hints and flirting. Lilia listens to you attentively, up until the point where you say that you wanted his help on asking him out properly.

He’s honestly surprised at your actions. There’s a sincerity and boldness to them he rarely sees on anyone else, it leaves an impression in his mind. Plus, the idea of Malleus finally being with someone makes him happy, look at him, he grew up so fast! Yeah, he’s definitely up for helping you.

You two talk it out for a while, he asks about what you had been doing to try to catch Malleus’ attention. You explain all the implications you’d been slipping into your speech, all the compliments and the casual touching that made your heart explode everytime you engaged in, but you still did it because you wanted Malleus to know that hey, you liked him. When you’re done spilling your woes, Lilia chuckles, and asks you if you wanted to try doing this in a way he’d understand better.

You don’t know what he means at first, but before you can ask it, Lilia tells you he’d teach you how dragon fae court each other, that would surely get the message through to Malleus! Your eyes go wide at the suggestion, and you immediately agree to it. That’s a plan that wouldn’t fail, right?

And Lilia is nothing if not a good teacher. He takes you to the library to skim books, making sure you have some of the basics about fae culture down before getting to the real stuff. You turn out to be one of his best students, too, you two end up becoming quite the undefeatable pair -- And you become friends, too, your studying sessions are peppered with small conversations about unrelated things.

Lilia just gets fascinated with you. He finds you so interesting to be around, with your willingness to learn and diligence, but he really grows to love the idealistic, sort of hopeless romantic side of you, who was so in love with Malleus and willing to put all this work to make everything go well with him. You just seem so pure, not as in naive, but as in kind and genuine. People like that are surprisingly rare.

When you get to the gift giving portion, the most important one, you’re learning faster than ever, the excitement in your eyes never leaving. Lilia is happy and proud of you -- But when he starts seeing you wear Malleus’ jewelry gifts around, even though he instructed you to do so, he finds himself not liking to stare at it.

He knows himself enough to know what this means, and, really, how stupidly ironic it was. Lilia really did get attached to you while trying to set you up with someone else, this didn’t even feel like something that should happen in real life. It stings, but he goes on with his mission, he wouldn’t just leave things as they were.

Your confession would involve gifting him a gem Lilia got you, one meant specifically for love confessions like these, as he instructed. Your eyes glitter when he puts it in your hands, telling you that now you were ready to actually ask Malleus out -- And with how things looked like, it seemed he was trying to get his feeling through to you too. He’s sure you won’t be rejected, and makes sure you know that.

You thank Lilia, saying you wouldn’t forget how helpful he’d been to you. Lilia smiles and says you don’t have to thank him -- Just make sure Malleus and you are a happy couple, even if he hates to look at it. 

You don’t understand what he means with this, but when you’re about to ask, he disappears into thin air, leaving nothing but a glittering trail behind. He never mentions what he’d said again, even when you stay friends after the confession.

[uwurakax]

teaching you (hc’s) ♡

summary: cute head canons of our haikyuu boys teaching you how to play volleyball ♡

featuring: oikawa ♡ bokuto ♡ kuroo ♡

notes: i’m super bored and did this. i also didn’t proof read this or anything. this is also on my phone so there’s probably mistakes scattered. and i did this at like 5am with no sleep so theres that too lol (all my best ideas come to me super late, i’m just like that - jk im just dumb af ty) ♡

oikawa tōru 及川 徹 ♡

❥ ah cute bby, the loml, we love him so much

❥ so dating oikawa wasn’t always easy

❥ he was always practicing his serves in the school’s gym well into the night

❥ and it’s now been a good 2 or 3 weeks since you guys had been together to just do, well, couple things

❥ all you wanted to do was spend time with him, so you came up with a plan

❥ after your own club activities you made your way into the gym to ask him a very special question

❥ you wanted him to teach you how to serve

❥ now he was a little shooketh shocked at this

❥ none of his previous relationships or dating prospects had actually asked him about playing before

❥ he’ll try to play it cool by being all flirty and suave

❥ but inside he’s like 🥺😳

❥ now he’s actually a really good teacher

❥ but you are horrible just aren’t the best at this

❥ at one point he opts to stand behind you and position your arms and hands

❥ this man has the audacity to stay like that with his hands on your waist waiting for you to continue

❥ you’re thankful he can’t see your face because he’d be able to see how much of a flustered mess he made you eye—

❥ after it all you’re finally able to hit the ball over the net and you are ecstatic

“tōru! did you see i finally did it!”

❥ he just hummed and held you tighter

❥ he didn’t say it but he was really proud at how quickly you learnt how to serve it over the net for being a complete novice

❥ also was a bit of an ego boost for him, because he was the one who taught you afterall

❥ he’ll close his eyes and just sink further into the crook of your neck AHHHHHHHH

❥ he’s so calm and relaxed, nothing faked like the front he usually puts on when he’s with his team, classmates, fans and just anyone in general

❥ something that you’ve noted only happens when he’s with you (and iwa bffs for life✌️)

❥ although he definitely played up on his flirty persona, at times when it just came naturally to him like this was just *swoon*

❥ you turned around to face him, now merely centimetres apart

❥ you smiled while he looked down at you, with disbelief in his eyes (one that was formed because he couldn’t believe how lucky he was)

❥ this short session with you definitely made him realise how lucky he is to have you, and he makes a promise to himself to spend more time with you

❥ he knew in the back of his mind that he had been a bit neglectful

❥ while stuck in his thoughts, you decided to be a little cheeky and give him a kiss 😘

❥ you pull away and notice he turns his head to the side trying to hide his blush (cutie patootie marry me pls)

❥ you giggle at him and make a move to go away, but he has to be cheesy and quickly pull you back for a full on make out session

❥ he just had to get you back for that you know?

❥ after that, you’ll find yourself spending more time at the gym, something the both of you very much look forward to

❥ i don’t know how much late night volleyball practice he gets in though 😜

bokuto kōtarō 木兎 光太郎 ♡

❥ ah baby baby baby cutie owl

❥ so you were one of fukurodani’s managers and had just recently gotten together with bokuto

❥ since you had gotten together, bokuto was constantly trying to impress you with his spikes

❥ he isn’t one of the top 5 aces in japan for nothing!

❥ of course you had to deal with bokuto’s mood swings

❥ and this week was definitely going to have those

❥ the volleyball team was having a training camp and of course, as manager you were there

❥ on one particular late night at camp, you noticed bokuto, akaashi and a few other students from other schools missing

❥ you were walking down the hall to see the lights in one of the gyms on

❥ you made your way down and saw bokuto, akaashi, kuroo (who is bokuto’s close friend) and a new first year named tsukishima from karasuno

❥ now of course bokuto was being his usual confident self, but the moment he saw you come through?

❥ oh boy, he so badly wanted to show off, and against good players too?

❥ bokuto was even more fired up!

❥ after about 20 minutes of watching bokuto spike, you were feeling a little antsy not doing anything

❥ akaashi being ever observant, saw this and pulled bokuto aside to whisper something to him

“bokuto-san, don’t you show y/n how to play some volleyball?”

❥ bokuto felt a lightbulb moment 💡

❥ owl baby was so excited, he couldn’t wait to show you how to play

❥ you tried to turn him down but how can you say no to his deflated face?

❥ you don’t, you can’t, that’s illegal

❥ so you find yourself being pulled and ushered by bokuto into how he hits his amazing spikes

❥ you weren’t exactly sure how this was going to end, you couldn’t jump like the players at all, you didn’t even make it close

❥ you were still apprehensive about playing against guys who knew how to play

❥ akaashi had sent you a light slow moving ball, something easy, even a child could hit it

❥ but there was no way you were going to be able to hit that ball over the net

❥ as if on cue, bokuto picks you up by the knees so you can easily hit it over

❥ you were surprised, but quickly went back to focusing on the ball above

❥ you decided to do a feint

❥ everyone watched the ball gracefully fall to the floor like 👁👄👁 ?!

❥ you were the embodiment of 😳😱😮

❥ bokuto started screaming, yelling praises at you

❥ you held onto his broad shoulders as he was quickly spinning you around, your legs now manoeuvred around his torso

❥ you were giggling and laughing along with him, pretty proud of yourself for being able to pull such a stunt against professionals (at least compared to you anyway)

❥ the others just looked at you both, completely shocked at the fluke you just pulled

❥ yeah kuroo and tsukishima were salty as hell

❥ but they supposed it wasn’t too bad to let you and bokuto have this ‘win’, considering how happy it made the both of you

kuroo tetsurō 黒尾 鉄朗 ♡

❥ ah kuroo kuroo

❥ you both had been dating since second year of high school

❥ you were the volleyball captain at another school in tokyo near nekoma

❥ you guys actually met at a nearby gymnasium when you guys were practicing with your own teams

❥ ok volleyball power couple much?

❥ now your school’s gym where your team practiced was getting renovated, and there was nothing available near your school

❥ kuroo had actually insisted that your team could train at nekoma

❥ you begrudgingly accepted, nervous

❥ now even though you and kuroo had been official, he never once saw you play or practice

❥ you were actually a little shy at showing him your skills, even though he practically begged for you to

❥ he always respected your wishes, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes would flicker briefly with sadness

❥ but you knew what kind of player kuroo was

❥ and you knew your blocks were nothing to write home about - unlike his

❥ so came that fateful day where you were both were in the gym practicing and squawking out drills to your respective teams

❥ it was then time when you needed to start practicing your blocks

❥ one of the wing spikers on your team absolutely smashed the ball through your pathetic attempt at a block

❥ you looked back at where it landed and sighed

❥ you didn’t notice that kuroo had witnessed the whole thing

❥ you also didn’t notice him coming up to you until he was right behind you

“if you want to block better, you should hold your arms out like this”

❥ you felt kuroo guide your arms above your head, positioning you to the desired pose

❥ he then leaned down to your ear and was whispering tips and how exactly to get a read on the opposing teams spikers

❥ you felt the blood rushing to your face and ears - easily speeding up your heartbeat at the closeness he initiated

❥ a teammate of yours then proceeded to spike the ball, and following kuroo’s instructions you managed to cleanly block the ball

❥ after a few moments of shock you jumped up and down in excitement

❥ kuroo had seen you block the ball, and was proud at how happy you had been at his guidance

❥ seeing as he flustered you, it was only fair to pay back your boyfriend right?

❥ so you happily skipped over to him

❥ he was smirking down at you, telling you that ‘you did a good job’

❥ you quickly placed a peck on his lips

❥ wow was it so worth it

❥ poor kuroo became a blushing mess, hiding his face in between his hand and fingers

❥ you sent a wink his way while you went back to practice your blocking

❥ needless to say, kuroo was plotting ways on how to get you back for that stunt 😜

[jostepherjoestar]

Hii! Lá squadra with a maladaptive daydreamer teammate? Always pacing and always daydreaming ab smth. Talking to themselves and stuff. (sorlato included) thank u so so much ❤️

La Squadra and their maladaptive daydreamer teammate HC’s

Oh this was very interesting to think about, and to be honest a challenge to La Squadra’s capabilities of understanding others and their ways of being. Enjoy 💖✨(i’ve put this in a more positive? situation since it’s an actual disorder and i’m not sure anon meant it in that sense, not all daydreams can be good ones though. Take care my friends ☺️)

CW: maladaptive daydreaming that impacts daily and work life

also sorry if there’s mistakes, i barely edited, this was written before my mental auwchie that i’m working through rn!

Risotto

Risotto is one of the more understanding members of your team. He’s always observing and noticing the smallest changes in behaviour. Yours and that of your colleagues. From the very first day you became part of his team he’s noticed you stare off or just cease to listen to whatever was going on around you. Lost in your own little world, not even realising the deeps sighs you let out every once in a while, mind a million miles away. Sometimes he even hears you quietly talk to yourself, hardly making out what it is you’re saying, but when he hears your laugh- that genuine one reserved for the things you truly enjoyed- he’s assured that you’re not struggling at the moment. It’s only during important meetings that he’ll gently ask you to focus and be present. If it becomes a frequent hinderance and it starts to affect your work he’ll let you know privately, knowing you well enough by now that calling you out in front of the rest would be rude.

Formaggio

He finds it rather odd, questioning if you’re not just ignoring others while you live the daydreams that are far more entertaining and sometimes even exciting than whatever is going on in reality. Formaggio won’t beat around the bush, asking you bluntly if you get bored of him. It’s only when you explain yourself that he truly understands it, making him reflect on his own behaviour instead. He does often talk to himself, commenting on his own jokes, the people around him or just a random thoughts that had to make themselves known. When he notices that familiar pacing it makes him so curious to know what you’re thinking about. Often asking you what’s on your mind, even if it doesn’t really interest him, he’ll hear you out until he gets bored. He will, however, yell at you during missions if you happen to get caught up.

Illuso

What on earth could be more important than him? To be so entranced by something else while he’s clearly posing and basking in the beauty of the evening sun, ponytails perfectly parted and cascading down his shoulders, awaiting anyone’s attention. Like a groomed show cat, he’ll get annoyed and just ask for your attention instead. Ugh, why can’t you just realise he needs to be seen and appreciated every once in a while. Snapping you out of whatever daydream that was unfolding, surprised that so much time had already past. The plot was just getting juicy. “Why don’t you just write them down like a normal person?” His insult bringing you to the realisation that it wasn’t even a bad idea. When you thank him, that determined look in your eyes still not paying the man any mind, he sighs in disappointment. But halfway through writing down whatever grasped your attention before, you got even more distracted by a newer and more interesting one, opting to just go back and have a chat with Illuso so he’ll stop bothering you for attention.

Prosciutto

He’s never minded your daydreaming, never too present to witness the more intense bouts that made you pace the floor and clench your fists like today. After many attempts at trying to grasp your attention and failing every time, he just stops you dead in your tracks. The man’s hold perhaps a bit too strong for comfort as he searches your eyes for lucidity. “Calm down, ok! You’re making me nervous.” Prosciutto is a bit of a worrier himself, just not on the outside, gears always turning and analysing his surroundings and the people in it. It only sets hims off to see you pace and mumble. But he understands, extending that kindness he offers to Pesci to you, asking if you need anything to ease you back into reality. He can be softly kind and caring, he needs the rest of team to be in top shape so you’ll all be able to count on each other.

Pesci

Pesci will stare off with you, trying to see what had captured your attention, even getting up to stand behind you to see what was so interesting. It’s only after realising you weren’t paying attention at all that he realises you were lost in a daydream. He’s a bit curious about the whole thing, carefully asking you questions. He won’t completely understand but he tries his best and offers his help. Not really sure what he can do but very adamant on offering it anyway. If it affects you during missions Pesci will be sure to gently snap you out of it.

Melone

The enigmas of the human mind greatly interest Melone, having read more than enough books on the topic during research. Not that much is clear about the treatment of it though, so he’s interested in how you handle it. He’ll be sure to ask a lot of questions, about the topics of them, what could possibly trigger them. If it’s too much or too personal he’ll stop though, however it won’t erase his curiosity. He’ll observe from a distance instead then. After yelling at him that you’re not a human experiment he’ll actually back off and stop. Don’t worry though, if you need actual help after a bad day, the daydreams not really of a positive nature anymore, he’ll try his best to calm you down. If it get’s too bad he’ll urge you to seek help with professionals.

Ghiaccio

Just like with Prosciutto it’ll set him off as well. If you’re pacing and mumbling he’ll stop you as fast as possible, it’s too distracting and it enrages his senses. Even if you’re in your own room, he’ll hear the floorboards creak and storm over. His anger can be clouding, deep down he is truly concerned for you. But it never really comes out that way, he’ll scold you and demand your attention during meetings. When you calmly tell him afterwards that it’s not really helping and his yelling could set you off, he’ll take a DEEP breath to calm himself down. Realising that perhaps his anger isn’t the best option. After the short talk he’ll be a bit more calm and less harsh, holding himself back from lashing out and instead approaching a tinge more restrained.

Sorbet & Gelato

The two like to observe you from the couch, twisted into each other’s hold. Their amusement wears off though, realising that maybe it isn’t as entertaining as they first thought. Gelato will actually try and help you, gently ushering you back to reality, while Sorbet won’t offer any support. The two will mostly worry or reprimand you if starts to affect your work though. They need to be able to count on you and your full attention. After some convincing Sorbet will soften up, if only a little, at Gelato’s request. Instead yelling at you to snap back, he’ll intently poke your arm.

[gimme-a-thrust]

Who do you think writes the script? Asmodeus or Fizz?? :0 Also I've been reading some of your fics and I have to say that your writing is so illuminating and cool. Like I can imagine everything so vividly and I love how you use prose <3 I have to say, I love your characterisation of Asmodeus—it's refreshing to see the big guy go through so much conflict whilst maintaining his status as a sin. Have a good day!!

-♠️🃏

Oh my dark lord~ (Yes, I’ve begun saying it oop)

Let’s start with this, and I’ll write some headcanons about the script thing because I do have some thoughts on it!

BUT, man, Nonny, it just makes me so happy to hear that??? ; ω; Like, I really love that people like my writing. Honestly, it’s one thing that I have that I feel I can share with people, and it’s very important to me.

Also, so is my characterization of Asmodeus! I really love to take a character and run with them a lot of the time, and Ozzie became my Boy the second I saw him. He’s my favorite character, easy. I enjoy the idea of him not only being a sin, but being his own person (demon?), too. While I feel like the sins obviously have their Thing, their sin reaches into every single part of their lives, and so struggling with it in some cases really produces anxiety.

I hope you have a good day, too, Nonny!!

Now, here we go with the script-writing hcs!

At first, Ozzie had to do a lot more guiding with the type of humor and style of jokes needed for one of his clubs. Fizzarolli wasn’t used to being less than family friendly (as his other jobs had been), and Ozzie was happy to teach him. In teaching him, he also unlocked in Fizzarolli the confidence to be as mean as he wanted to be, in some cases. It was due to Ozzie that he found his voice and the ability to use it.

For the most part, once he got the hang of it, Fizzarolli wrote/writes his own material. Obviously he will take direction if certain things need to be included/excluded, but Ozzie rarely looks over his routines, as he trusts him. If there is a sudden cancellation and things need to be adjusted, he tells Fizzarolli the second he finds out. 

There have been occasions where Ozzie wants a certain joke/situation/what have you to be included in the act that night, and Fizzarolli always impresses him with his comedic genius and ability to improv on the spot.

The only time Fizzarolli struggles with his own scripts is when he’s expected to write poetry or song lyrics. He isn’t the best at this in the first place, and pouring lust into them on top of that is difficult for him. Instead of going to Ozzie and admitting his defeat, however, he will go to the Harembots first. Usually Lilypad has a good idea or two, even if it’s stealing. (The main plot for Put Your Dick Into It, actually)

Ozzie is always his target audience, and he writes jokes that he believes will make Ozzie happy/laugh/otherwise overjoyed. He has tailored his own humor to coincide with Ozzie’s, and he actually found he liked it more that way.

[deivorous]

PSA - How to Start

The Quick Guide To Interacting (Even If You’re Anxious)

My biggest piece of advice to RPer’s both new and old is don’t be afraid to reach out and talk to others first.

I have seen a lot of blogs come and go, and a lot of people expressing frustration about how they don’t get enough interaction, or how people never send them asks, or reply to their starters. The get disheartened, and many people stop writing as a result. And my thought is always the same:

Did you send an ask? Did you reply to an open starter? Did you make any attempt to interact with them or are you both just sitting on your thumbs um-ing and ah-ing and waiting for someone else to decide to message you first?

I don’t intend for this to sound mean at all, I understand that some people can be anxious (I certainly can be), but I also genuinely believe that a lot of anxiety is sprung from the lack of open communication. When I first started out I was one of the people who kind of just… posted a lot and hoped my followers would start sending stuff? And that didn’t happen. It made me feel really shitty and I lost a lot of confidence in myself and my writing. And that was wrong, both as a thought process and as an overarching mentality. My writing isn’t bad, my characterization isn’t bad, and I’m not a bad person. The only issue was that someone at some point needs to take the first step and say hello!

So! How do you say hello?

Step 1: See an ask meme on someones blog that you really want to befriend them, send them one or two questions! Read their answer! And then (and here’s the tricky part) leave a little comment in the replies of that post to tell them what part of their reply you liked, you can even leave a little IC reply of your muse reacting to something. - Now you’ve broken the ice! The mun knows who you are (and if you are mutuals) and will probably be pretty grateful that you sent an ask! You can now send more, and they might even send you a few back! Now you’re interacting!

(Note: If they haven’t posted a meme in a while, you can scroll back through their blog and find one, or think up one of your own - send in the QUESTION, not the icon. Treat it as a stand alone. People love writing about their muses, so you just need to create the opportunity for them to do so!)

Step 2: Now that you’re interacting, you can try to send an IC ask (You can do this in step 1 too, but if you’re more shy you can wait for step 2!) - whether its from a meme or not. Starting from a question means that you are already in the middle of a conversation with the muses, and it helps to make things flow more smoothly. Don’t be stressed if the thread dies after a reply or two - it’s not meant to last forever, that’s okay! It’s meant to allow the two of you to get a feel of each other and your writing styles. Have fun with it!

Step 3: Send an IM. This might feel like the biggest step, but do not worry. A compliment, I find, is the kindest and nicest way to introduce yourself ooc. I know that I for one am always very flattered if someone takes the time to find something about my recent reply/writing/characterization/hcs and share that with me. A little ‘Hello! I laughed so much at xxxx line you wrote’ or ‘I love your hc on xxxx!’ is such a nice message to get. Being nice is the best way to make friends and it can lead to more RP in the future.

Note: If you don’t ‘click’ don’t worry. You’re not always going to be best friends with everyone. Leave it be. That doesn’t mean that they don’t appreciate your asks, and won’t send you some, and it doesn’t mean that you can never write together. It just means that you don’t have perfect chemistry. If you don’t click it is still a very nice idea to send people memes and questions when they appear on your dash. The community thrives off of participation! So participate and you’ll find the good karma comes around.

Furthermore, don’t be dissuaded by seeing others interact with their friends on the dashboard. Some people have been writing together for years, and its presumptuous to assume you will have the same friendship in only a few days. It’s not elitist for someone to have fun with their own bestie.

And sometimes you just don’t get along with someone at all. The chemistry isn’t there. It doesn’t mean either of you are bad people or that your writing is bad - it just means you aren’t compatible. Let it go. You’ll find your people.

A final disclaimer: read peoples rules and blogs - they are there to help facilitate interaction!

If there’s a rule saying ‘I only write with mutuals’, then wait to become a mutual to send or request something IC. If there’s a rule saying ‘I don’t write XYZ’ then don’t send an ask about XYZ.

And read their blogs because they might have a list of open starters, a wishlist, or even a plot generator pre-prepared! Use this to your advantage - they are telling you want they are interested in writing! That’s a huge hint :D

[washymylifeaway]

KuroKen MasterList (WIP)

All the KuroKen fics I’ve recommended up to 02/13/2022! To count how many there are, control f “//“ (without the “ ofc, but with a space at the end) and it’ll tell you :) (from my count, there should be around 28 but that doesn’t account for each individual fic in a series!)

shions_heart // so ignore me finding loopholes in my own post hehe. ANYWAYS, I love this writer and their KuroKen stuff? FLAWLESS. There’s a reason why if you look in the KuroKen tag they appear multiple multiple multiple times,,,, IT CAUSE THEY’RE SO GOOD AT WRITING AHHHHHH.

todxrxki // again ignore, bUT THIS WRITER YESYESYES. They wrote some of my ALL TIME FAVORITE KUROKEN fics and their fluff is SO tooth rottingly sweeeeeet!!!! I ADORE their fics, go read them!!

i’ll make you happy (just wait and see) by newamsterdam (T) 7k // the FLUFF akjhsfkfjka,,, it’s a lot of pining and kinda slow burn but not really cause they’re basically dating without dating LOL. I love Yaku and the hc that he’s done with Kuroo’s bs like 100% of the time. There’s slight angst (for like two seconds TW:implied death), but other than that it’s all fluff! You don’t actually need to read the other fics in the series to understand this one, it’s a standalone.

smiles like yours are hard to come by by bonnia (T) 1.9 // I was so akjfkajsdnf this entire fic PLEASE the lines he used omfg. They’re such classics but I still reacted to each one WITH PASSION LFMAKJNAKNKA. This is such a keyboard smash fic (hence the keyboard smash) because I kept being like THE FLUFF IS TOO MUCH, but is it ever really enough? (dang am I a poet LMAO).

Home by SuggestiveScribe (G) 2.3k // PADDED THIGH HIGHS, anyways…. This was SO cute ahhhh. I love them and even though it was a little predictable (cause that’s just how it be sometimes), it was still SO GOOD AHHHH. Also I love the banter between KuroKen and Bokuto, and despite my thigh highs comment, there’s nothing but FLUFF and a little sad time in this fic :D

Maybe he likes you? by robotjellyfish (G) 2k // THE ENDING IN THIS ONE LFMKANSKJN the way I cackled LOL. Also I do love the random ones where it’s like, Hinata wingman like how bad do you need to be for Hinata to realize LOL.

video games and gold rings by gnomeo (G) 4.8k // AH this one is more plot than fluff and I got so enraptured by it during my first read through! It’s really cute and it’s fun to put the pieces the writer leaves for the reader (which are also explained in the a/n).

no wind, no rain, or winter’s cold by ohhotlamb (G) 2.9k // the sappiness in this one. Kuroo is a certified simp and I know it starts out a little angsty, it’s turns into a happy ending where your stone-cold heart is warmed ie. heartwarming fic. (But pickles and lemons? Really? ugh gross LOL) It’s a cute fic and I love Kenta.

Ah, that is…my boyfriend, I guess… by trashwriter (NR) 621 // this one is super short but it was funny and disgustingly cute. Like I could see them never really defining the relationship out loud (which you shouldn’t do communication is key) and just rolling with it. But also the fact that Kuroo confessed and Kenma didn’t react killed me.

an ode by manzana (G) 1.7k // a fic dedicated to Kuroo’s laugh. That’s it. That’s the fic. JK but no seriously that’s what this is about LMFAO. It’s v cute and ofc fluff and Kuroo’s laugh would interrupt everything LOL. Donkey bray laughing ass hehe.

Thicker Than Blood by kylar (M) 91.4k // are you surprised that there is another mafia one? You really shouldn’t be LOL. Anyway, I’ll just be here pushing my mafia fanfic agenda while you read this monster of a fic hehe :) Definitely read WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARY because there is some very sensitive topics involved! I also adore the oibokuroo friendship headcannon, so more reasons to read, right?

Liked, Commented and Subscribed by Royal Society of Pandas (Abarcelos) (T) 45.7k // this fic is SO funny omg. I read it and I had to stop so many times just to laugh because I could not stop sometimes LOL. However, there IS angst towards the end, it gets resolved, but it’s still there… But honestly, it just adds such depth and flavor to the fic, so pls read it!

Show A Little Faith by minijhi (G) 13.8k // Singing dwarfs? Yes please. I love the idea of Kenma as ‘the boy who lived’ and the way he was still so Kenma-esk. And Kuroo trying to goad him on, like this is THE combo, and I live for it.

Addiction and Attachment by eevaeon (T) 41.8k // I’VE BEEN WAITING TO REC THIS OMG. You want a Kenma taking care of Kuroo? HERE IT IS :DDDD The feels in this one are high and it’s just SO GOOD. And they’re so cute the fluff is just so fluffy in this :D

Step by Step by dgalerab (M) 14.7k // inclusivity!!! I really like this one and it’s another where Kuroo gets kinda comforted by Kenma and Kuroo’s a bit desperate in this as well LOL. Also some BokuAka plot and poor Akaashi with the shirt omg. There’s some homophobia and smut so be careful as you read!

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony (T) 30.9k // AHHHHHHHH. Anyway, if you can’t handle DEATH or sad sad sad things rn (or ever for that matter) plsplspls do NOT read this one!!!! It really made me so sad! But if you love some great character progression, knock yourself out :)))))

Made to be Broken by todxrxki (T) 8.1k // this one focuses more on the after than the build up, and it made me so sad (as it should cause this is literally an angst fic rec post smh @ myself). I usually don’t cry too much but this one made the waterworks turn ON. Sighhhhhhhhhhh. Bless Akaashi.

hq detective AUs by valiantarmor // Man do I really love fighting in my fics LOL. This was super good and the plot itself kept me really engaged (what a twist omg). It does talk a bit about mental health issues, but it’s done so well, and they really did this AU justice! The three fics can be read separately BUT they’re all done so well, I think you should read them all :)

on the eighteenth by skittidyne (T) 5k // I love fics where the characters are forced to face their feelings. This is one of those fics LOL. It’s done so well and the small details (as Kenma loves) are inserted really well. Like the first night where they fake doing stuff? Amazing LOL.

Superposition by todxrxki (M) 102.8k // honestly, I think this was THE very first fic I’d ever read in general and it’s SO good. Like I really loved the plot and it’s such an interesting story! I also loved how Kuroo goes through a couple different bands and we see multiple relationships as well :D It’s a really fun read.

Seasons by Nimbus_Cloud (series) 176.3k // surprised that I forgot to recommend this one in my long fic list,,,,, oops,,,,, it’s long but it’s very good! Read TAGS AND WARNINGS cause some stuff goes down.

my hate for spiders is stronger than my hate for you by hqdorks (M) 12.6k // have I recommended this yet? idk but now I have :) Some weird KuroKen but it’s a fun time and ew spiders. Also heated pokemon go discussion,,,, CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS cause SMUT.

tea leaves and spice (girls) by Ellessey (series) 24.6k // another idr if I recommended yet or not, but here it is. Just some defining relationships, platonic KenHina, some not so platonic KageHina, and SMUT at the end. So check TAGS AND WARNINGS.

iwfyitd verse by knightswatch, shions_heart (series) 252.7k // I’ve been meaning to read this fic for the longest time, but then when I was about to read it, I got distracted with another ship (AHAHAHA OOPS)….. But yea, once I get back into KuroKen, I’ll prolly read it right?

omam verse by shions_heart (series) 239.3k // another KuroKen where I was like I will read, but then I got distracted LOL. And then I wanted to read it so I could read the other ships in the series, but it never happened :’)

Summaries from fics!

Japan’s most subscribed by NeverNothing (T) 3.6k // YouTube + Twitter, Kuroo Tetsurou @blacktetsurou changed his bio : volleyball player, co-owner of Bouncing Ball Corp. and so much more ;)

Ignoring the forest by NeverNothing (T) 5.9k // Twitter + YouTube?, Where the public collectively agrees to ignore the signs that actor Kuroo Tetsurou is dating his childhood friend. Kuroo Tetsurou @therealtetsurouFilming was fun, but I’m glad to be back to my fav pudding head <3 #noplacelikehome #KURASE #filming [photo: a suitcase was in focus with another bag and a jacket thrown atop standing beside the back of a couch. A head of badly dyed hair can be seen, face turned away and rest of the body hidden by the couch.]

Anything In Between by todxrxki (T) 2.2k // Twitter + YouTube, Kozume Kenma just wants to be a normal gaming YouTuber, but when his idiot boyfriend butts in and gets his fans speculating about their relationship, it seems that even that’s impossible. / Post manga timeskip, told exclusively through social media and texting.

[behexded]

—“this small town life, it has its virtue. has potential to divert you from the life you knew back home.”

Ichabod Crane is a resident of Echo Springs, and looks like Andy Mientus. He is 34 and in town is a music teacher. Echo Springs doesn’t feel quite right, though - he recalls memories from Tarrytown, where he remembers the dizzying, nauseating realization that he’s in love with his best friend’s husband while the other man prattles on about football; carving pumpkins with his best friend  while her husband tells a dark, haunting tale of a headless hessian; and freezing to the bone while waiting for his beloved’s company in a graveyard in late October, which fade when he wakes up – for now.

BASICS

Name: Ichabod Crane Age: 34 Occupation: Music Teacher Sexuality: Gay Canon: Tarrytown ( musical )

ECHO SPRINGS

( tw for mentions of homophobia )

Growing up, Ichabod’s family was rather well-off & he went to private school. He was a very good student, very smart, and he took up tutoring other students in his off time throughout high school. Tutoring made him feel useful, it turned him on to teaching as a career - it was something he was good at, after all.

Ichabod realized he was gay in sophomore year. One tutoring session in the library lead to a rough kiss over a frustrating textbook question which lead to a very panicked and very confused Ichabod bolting out of the library and back to his dorm with nothing more than a shakily murmured “I have to go.” Ichabod had never felt truly comfortable in his own skin and the realization just made it worse - it was a confusing time for him. scary, even. Figuring yourself out isn’t always easy, especially when you didn’t know there was more of yourself to figure out. Accepting himself was a slow process, but he got there with a little help (and perhaps a few more kisses. for experimental purposes, of course.) This is something he kept to himself, though. He wasn’t sure how his family would react and the thought of bringing it up terrified him. 

After high school, Ichabod decided to go to college with every intent to become a music teacher because if there was one thing he truly enjoyed, it was music. And if he was going to teaching something for the rest of his life, shouldn’t it be something he enjoyed? College brought with it the freedom to experiment. People were far more open and accepting and, though it took him a little while to get out of his shell, so was Ichabod. He worried less about keeping things hidden and even bought his first pride flag, hanging it up in his dorm. It was so freeing, Ichabod had never felt more himself than he did his first semester of college.

Coming home during breaks soon became a chore because of how different he had to act around his family. Putting up a “Straight Man Front” and trying to laugh off questions about Girlfriends and Gettin’ Some (which he Was, just. not in the way they thought.) It was tiring. So in his second year of college, he decided that he was going to tell his family over winter break. He was fucking Terrified. So much so that he was sick to his stomach just thinking about it but. he couldn’t keep hiding who he was, it felt Wrong. One night over dinner, he announced very shakily that he had something he needed to tell everyone and then proceeded to come out at the dinner table, eyes never leaving his food and hands shaking. 

Unfortunately, this didn’t go very well for young Ichabod. His mother was pissed and spouted a bunch of hurtful things at him. Absolutely devastated, Ichabod packed his things and left during the night. He cut all contact with his mom and picked up odd jobs to pay for an apartment of his own. Luckily, with the help of the financial aid department and the fact that he’d had a savings account, Ichabod was able to finish out his degree and begin his teaching career.

He’s one of those teachers who tries to make class Fun for the kids - he understands that it’s high school and no one wants to be there but he really wants his class to be one that the kids can look forward to. He keeps a prize box in the bottom drawer of his desk. It’s full of silly little trinkets like fun pencils and gel pens and plastic rings and jolly ranchers and he affectionately calls it “The Crow Box.” It’s used to reward good behavior, right answers, winning jeopardy teams, good grades, hard work ( which, ichabod recognizes, are two different things. your grades don’t always reflect how hard you’re working or how much effort you’re putting toward class. ) 

CANON –– TARRYTOWN 

( tws for drug use, drug abuse, and brief mention of of a miscarriage )

After moving to New York City ( it’s never really said in canon why Ichabod moved to the city ), Ichabod Crane found himself lonely in every sense of the word. His coworkers didn’t quite meet the “friend” criteria and they certainly didn’t meet the “possible boyfriend” criteria. So he did the best thing he could think to do: he hit the bars. He went by himself, hoping to meet new people and perhaps to find a friend in a stranger. Unfortunately, he’s a bit shy and he didn’t think through the fact that he’d have to start conversations. He spent a few of these outings sitting on his own, sipping a drink and lost in thought.

One night, however, he was approached by one of the other bar goers and asked if he’d like to leave with him. Eager to make a connection, Ichabod agreed and followed the guy back to his place where they did cocaine together. Ichabod found that he really liked the way he felt when he was high - talking came easier and it eased his anxiety. After that, it became a regular occurance ( “as these things go, i started doing more and more” ) and despite his attempts to not give in, the withdrawal symptoms hit him a little too hard and he decided he’d rather be high than deal with all that.

Absences piled up as he opted to either stay home and get high or stay home because he’s feeling the drop. ( “then, rock bottom. first you get fired - that’s okay, more time to play. paranoia. ‘hey, you look tired,’ they all say.” ) But without money coming in, Ichabod couldn’t afford his rent anymore and it was then that everything really came crashing down. He had to get out of the city, away from his usual temptations, and start anew. He needed to get clean.

And so, he took a music teaching job in Tarrytown. It was far enough from the city that it seemed its own world but not far enough for the move to cost him too much time or energy. At first, he was nervous - another new town meant learning the names and faces of new people and making new friends, which, as we’ve established, Ichabod wasn’t very good at doing. 

Luckily for him, on his first day at his new job he meets Katrina. She’s the principal’s assistant and she’s very friendly and incredibly bubbly. She shows Ichabod to his new classroom and excitedly babbles on about all sorts of things, eventually asking why Ichabod wanted to move here ( “why’d you leave new york city to come to this town so insular? you perceive it’s so pretty, if that’s what you prefer.” ) To which Ichabod responds that it isn’t that he wanted to move to Tarrytown but rather that he needed to leave the city and asks “can we talk about this later? I have lesson plans to go through.” Katrina apologizes and starts to leave only for Ichabod to stop her and, gently, thank her for being so kind to him. In return, she invites him over for dinner that evening.

When he arrives for dinner, Katrina’s still finishing up cooking and tells Ichabod he can wait in the living room with her husband if he’d like. Ichabod didn’t even know she had a husband, she’d never mentioned him that morning. And, unfortunately for poor disaster man Ichabod Crane, her husband is quite the looker. Brom introduces himself and invites Ichabod to watch the football game with him. Ichabod admits that he doesn’t know anything about football and Brom spends the time they have together before dinner teaching him everything he should know to understand it. Ichabod is enraptured by the man beside him, though he doesn’t learn a thing about the game - much too distracted by the odd fluttering sensations stirring in his chest. ( “who’s this guy? what’s his deal? what’s this awkwardness that i feel? i’m intrigued. what’s his aim? i ignite when he says my name. brom is straight! that’s just great! why i always into guys that aren’t available and even if they were would never go for me??” the fucking ‘i ignite when he says my name’ lyric makes me go absolutely fucking bonkers whatta romantic line im a FOOL. )

At the dinner table, the three chat and get to know each other better. It’s very obvious that there’s some tension between Brom and Katrina and Ichabod feels a little awkward sitting there while they bicker about the little things. It’s like when your friend’s parents argue in front of you. But he tries to keep the mood light with his own little interjections. After dinner, Brom excuses himself from the table and Katrina and Ichabod are left to chat amongst themselves. Katrina reveals that she’s unhappy in her marriage to Brom. They were high school sweethearts and when Katrina got pregnant, it was only right that they get married - rumors fly in a small town. She tells Ichabod that she “didn’t love him, but was psyched to be a mom.” Unfortunately, she lost the baby but she stayed with Brom anyway and just hasn’t left.

Ichabod gets a call from Katrina the next day, saying that she and Brom had a fight. He’s her best friend and so she’s calling him asking for advice. He tries not to outright tell her to leave her husband - he doesn’t want to push her into anything big like that - but she seems like she’s looking for his approval to leave Brom and so Ichabod tells her to do what would make her most happy. Shortly after Katrina’s call, Ichabod gets a visit at work from Brom. He’s gentle and a bit . flirty, if Ichabod’s reading the room right, and he asks how to win Katrina over. Ichabod suggests a romantic gesture - a trip together or something - and once Brom is gone, dwells on his feelings for a bit.

Katrina shows up at Ichabod’s later that night, having refused Brom’s “grand romantic gesture” of going apple picking. They hadn’t really discussed it, but Ichabod takes her in no questions asked. She’s his best friend and he’s here to help.

Over the next few months, Ichabod divides his time between work, bonding with Katrina at home, and hanging out with Brom. His hopeless little crush on his best friend’s husband just continues to grow and Brom seems to actively feed into it, to Ichabod’s delight. Brom invites Ichabod over for Halloween and, missing Brom, Katrina decides to tag along. The trio carve pumpkins, hand out candy, and have a genuinely good time together until Brom decides to tell ghost stories.

Ichabod is, at his core, a scaredy cat. This man cannot handle horror and may Actually Faint if you jumpscare him. But, not wanting to seem immature, he lets Brom go on. Katrina thinks Brom’s being mean and after a brief argument, she leaves. In the aftermath, Ichabod confesses his love for Brom ( “even i can’t get over the shock that i love you. brom, i love you! i’m in love!” ) He admits that he’s noticed the way Brom’s acting around him and that he understands that this sort of thing can be scary. ( “i can see you’re like me - spinning, lost, and forlorn. always cursing the day and the way you were born!” ) They share a kiss and Brom tells Ichabod that if they’re going to go any further he’ll need to be high to do it. Ichabod obliges, taking whatever Brom gives him without question. 

It’s then that Katrina returns to talk things out and Brom tells Ichabod to meet him on the bridge in the cemetery - he’ll catch up once he makes sure Katrina is okay. Ichabod believes him, the poor guy, and heads out. Ichabod wanders the cemetery around the bridge as he waits, still on edge from the story Brom told about a headless hessian, and starting to feel the high of the drugs Brom gave him. 

Brom never shows, but the horseman does. Ichabod resigns himself to whatever fate awaits him ( “just let me die, just kill me and chop off my head! who would care? who would notice if i turned up dead? not brom. not his wife. they’re too busy destroying the other one’s life. so who cares?” ) and he’s never seen or heard from again.

tldr; you can find a concise, clean, to-the-point summary of the full tarrytown musical plot here ! :) i’m simply: bad at summarizing things without going into too much detail- hjshdk

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

Hello!! Could I have some general reader fluff hcs for Taka, Nagito, and Kokichi? Thank you!!

Hi anon! Of course you can! These are three of my favorite characters, haha! ^^

Fluff headcanons for Taka, Nagito, and Kokichi!

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

•He really likes studying with you!

•But he likes to hold your hand while doing so

•Or just lean on each other while you both point things out in books

•When you aren’t studying, he’s constantly plastering sticky notes on mirrors, walls, etc, saying “you got this!” Or, “Do your best!”

•When you go to bed, he likes to cuddle

•He doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, he just really wants to feel you close to him

•He might lace his fingers through your hair when you go to bed

•In the mornings, he tries to make you breakfast occasionally!

•He almost set the house on fire once, but he’s getting better!

•Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

•He tried making you heart shaped pancakes and they ended up looking like apples

•Oh well

•No matter what time of day, he will always tell you he loves you

•Like— it would just come out of nowhere sometimes

•You could be reading on the couch and he’ll just sit down beside you with his own book and tell you he loves you

•He’s kind of flustered while doing so, but you deserve to know he appreciates you!

•He will call you pet names when you’re in private,, he just thinks they’re adorable

•There’s a new pet name everyday

•Sometimes you think that’s what he does in his freetime— just make up sweet little names for you

•Overall— just really wholesome, wants to make things easier for you if you can, and just hopes you know how much you mean to him

Nagito Komaeda

•He literally cannot fathom how you are dating him

•Someone like you? Being with trash like him?

•What were the odds?

•He really likes to be beside you, though

•He’ll hold your hand, sit beside you, cuddle you, kiss you at random

•He’s touch starved, so please hug him

•He really likes cooking with you!!

•He’ll make meals for you or with you, there is literally no you getting to cook alone

•He does getting slightly flustered when folding your laundry, but that’s fine

•Nagito would probably like to pull all-nighters

•He’ll insist someone as perfect as you needs to get their sleep, and someone as worthless as him doesn’t deserve rest, but he’d secretly like pulling them with you

•He just thinks it’s funny when you’re both sleep-deprived and laughing at the most unfunny things

•He also likes doing your hobbies with you!!

•You like to draw? He’ll draw. You like to read? You now have twenty-five books and he’s getting more. You like to write? He’ll help you think of ideas and shaping your plot!!

•Cuddling is also a must

•You’ll have to suggest it, because he doesn’t think he’s good enough to ask someone like you for it

•But he really likes holding you!!

•It reminds him that you two really are together, you really are his partner

•He wouldn’t have it any other way

•Nagito really doesn’t think he’s worthy of you, but he loves you, and he’s so glad you love him too

Kokichi Ouma

•You are now a victim to his pranks

•They’re more light-hearted, but he still pranks you

•You can no longer trust him if he gives you a cookie, because it is definitely filled with toothpaste

•But, he is really clingy and affectionate!

•He covers it up by jokes, like attaching himself to you like a koala and then saying, “Wow S/o! You’re so clingy today!”

•Kokichi would definitely write jokes to you on paper

•You will wake up, and there will be a piece of paper taped to your forehead saying, “I was going to tell you a pizza joke, but it’s too cheesy! =)”

•It almost always makes you laugh, though

•Kokichi doesn’t really know how to cook, so he’ll just make a bowl of cereal most of the time

•He can make toast without burning it, though!

•Most of the time, though, he’s just begging you to make him something

•He’ll help! And by help, he means dropping the butter, turning off the toaster while the bread is still cooking, and pouring a cup of water on you

•But he loves you, and he’s not afraid to say that! He’ll say it all the time

•“S/o, S/o, S/o! Guess what? I love you! Hey! Hey! Look at meeee! I love you! Are you ignoring me? I’m trying to express my love for you! S/o is so mean to me!”

•When doing household chores, like sweeping, he usually just runs around with the broom pretending he’s a witch

•He can do dishes though! But he will complain the entire time

•Usually, before you go to sleep, he will just attach himself to you while snickering

•“Goodnight, S/o! I love you! Oh, and if you have a nightmare, I’ll send DICE after you! So don’t have one, thanks.”

•Overall, he really does care about you. While he hates to be vulnerable, he’s trying, and he hopes you never forget how much you mean to him.

[withoneheadlight]

Please let me know more about this Halloween wip??? 👻😈🎃 catharrington

Hey hey, cat! <3<3<3<3

the halloween wip is something i intended to be a short hc like ‘blablabla what if this happened!’ and ended up becoming 4+k of terrible “unknown source of magic makes them do it” pwp in which, basically:

“On the night of Halloween something happens (demon/witch/magic book/magical experimentation going wrong) and everyone becomes their costume for the night, and Billy & Steve are, how not, stuck together, babysitting the kids "As fucking always, Harrington, because for someone obnoxious reason you've become my own personal curse" "Oh, and you say it like you were a fucking blessing!" walking them around town to trick or treat when it happens.

And this is Hawkins, where apparently has become mandatory now that something strange happens every fucking year, so both the kids and Steve are kind of living in a perpetual state of alert. And that’s the reason why they kind of-- feel it. Feel that something is wrong as slowly, slowly, almost unnoticeably at first, people begin to act weird all around them. Mummies and werewolves and demons and angels and zombies and fairies and rock stars and cats and dinosaurs and every kind of creatures swarming in the halloween night. And soon, ghosts are floating. Terrifying masks look stuck to the faces of their owners. Beasts are howling out of mouths that are not human anymore. And when green and red and snake-like eyes blink at them, looking too goddam real, they know it’s time to look for help. To run”

And OF COURSE Billy and Steve end up alone together, looking for hopper after making the kids safe, but, yk, whatever is happening that we’ll never actually get to know bc this is the most self indulgent kind of pwp is getting to Steve too, changing him into his costume, into,

“He’s begun to feel the hunger.

A fucking vampire.

"We have to hurry" and when Billy looks at him, eyes wild, chest rising and falling, Steve knows he knows.

That he's changing. That Steve's gonna become dangerous. Soon.”

And *DRUMROLL!* things happen:

“And this thing inside of Steve. It's at the verge of taking over.

“We gotta make you safe, now”

“From what?” Billy asks. But he knows. And his eyes.

His eyes.

“From me, Billy”

But Billy–

Grins. His upper lip goes up. Bares his teeth. Huffs a laugh that sounds hoarse.

And maybe Steve has been––

“This is serious. I don’t wanna fucking eat you”

Billy. Slides close. Tongue digging into the sharp edge of a canine. Head tilted. Steve’s brand new instincts kick. He’s a prey now. He’s being hunted.

“Billy?”

But Billy. He looks– rapt. Reaches out. Hand cupping Steve’s face. Thumb pressing on his upper lip, rubbing at the tender flesh under the bow, saying “No, Harrington. No” running his pad downwards along the corner of his mouth and, pulling his bottom lip down, building an expectant, anticipating kind of feeling. A hook. Between the two of them “You’ve been eating me for a long time now”

The way he's looking at him— Steve wants to follow him through the darkest of paths, make an offering out of his freedom.

“What––“

Billy’s fingertips trace the shape of his jawbone and Steve backs down. Puts some space between himself and the way Billy’s staring at his lips, getting to a sudden halt when his calves hit the edge of the couch.

“Billy. What do you mean. Billy, what's happening?"

–— blind. He realizes. Steve has been so blind.

Because Billys is wrong too. Wrong. Can see it now. Eyes of an unnatural blue. Liquid. Silver-plated.

And it’s—

Sharp. Fast. The way Billy moves. Lays his palm flat over Steve's chest. Knocks the air out Steve’s lungs with the barest of touches. Because it's way he’s looking at him, what slams Steve into the couch. Breathless when Billy follows, climbs in onto his lap and,

Appetite, Steve thinks, recognizes. Appetite in the way his lashes fall, flutter, his lips part. Apettite, in the way his breath stutters.

"Steve"

He bends forward. One hand on the back of the couch. All his weight on him, caging him. Thighs clutching at his hipbones. And Steve feels them as his head hits the headrest, Billy’s knuckles, running up the shape up his throat, guiding his head up. And he feels so thirsty. Layed down on the desert. Skinned by the sun. Nailed down under his one weakness.

The one that could burn him down into ashes if Steve gets too close.

And they're close now. Close as they've never been before.

Billy's voice has the touch of velvet when he speaks. Smooth. Sleek.

"You're my fucking curse. I told you"

BUT and this is the plot twist i didn’t realize i blatantly revealed in the working title 🤦🏽‍♂️,billy isn’t dressed up for halloween so so-- he should be ok, right? R i g h t?:

“Fuck” Billy pants, nails carving half-moons on the muscle of Steve’s shoulder blades “Holy fuck”

“Hey, can you––?“

“I was a fucking joke!” Billy cuts him off, sounding like he’s wired-up, out of breath, as if he’s feeling it too. How strong it is. This craving. To lean forward again, let himself fall back into the slide of their mouths, to wrap his body around Steve and just–– give in to whatever is doing this to them. As if he feels exactly how Steve feels “I had forgotten about it but”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck–I. Fuck!”

Billy runs his hands over his hair. His breath, when it comes out, lets his whole body trembling, hips stuttering forwards like he’s trying, but can’t. Help it. As if he needs their bodies to touch.

“Billy,” Steve says, soothing. Touches his face and Billy jolts, chest heaving up, electricity at the contact “I need you to talk to me”

Billy presses his lips together. Nods. Steve has never seen him like this. Like he’s out of cover. Nowhere to run.

“It’s like. What I felt before but it's. I could control it, Steve. But now it's pulling. It's maddening and I" His voice has lowered to the volume of a plea and he closes his eyes as if it is too much, as if whatever is happening to him is growing as fast as Steve's thirst. Becoming as unbearable. Steve runs his thumb over Billy’s cheekbone and Billy whimpers a low, lewd thing. Leans into the touch and rubs his cheek on it. Sighs like it’s such a relief. Such a relief. And then he’s. Opening his mouth and sucking at the Steve’s palm, sloppy and obscene, and Steve’s cock is weeping inside his pants head bumping against the hard leather of his belt, brushing minutely with every short breath. Doesn’t remember wanting anything like he wants this. Slide his fingers into the wet heat of Billy’s mouth. Watch, as he sucks them in.

"Hey. Easy. Easy. C’mon Billy c’monc’mon you can tell me"

But Billy is barely listening to him, panting against the heel of his palm, almost gone again.

"I wanted. God, I wanted to––” chokes off a sob. His hands wander up into the strands of Steve’s hair. Tangle in there “But wouldn’t have. Steve, I would never have. I’m so fucking scared you would––”

Steve takes his wrists. Soft. Careful. Tugs him towards him. Billy’s eyes snap open, lashes fluttering like pulled right out of a dream, and he’s so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful like this, straddling Steve’s lap, lips plump and swollen because of him, tears welling up and barely contained, gleaming like moonlight in clear a sky after a storm.

“Billy, please. I need you to tell me––“

“The costume” he breathes out, not as much a word, as a whisper. The blue of his eyes science fiction and impossible.

And Steve– he doesn’t understand. It can’t be, because Billy,

“But there’s no costume. You’re not in disguise”

“One of your minions,” he says and Steve feels the ridiculous impulse of protest, as if this is just the two of them going on about their shit as they always do, and not both of them tangled into the other, bodies shivering with the need to touch “When you came to pick us up. Dustin saw me like this and made a joke. Told him the first dumb thing that came into mind and–”

He trails off, his cheeks flush, a violent shade of red, lowers his face as if he’s so ashamed, and Steve has to press his lips together, fangs rasping at the delicate flesh inside.

And it’s not just the blood what’s making him hungry, when his fingers move down to Billy’s chin, lifts his face up. He wants to find out what the tears in his eyes taste like. Wants to relish in him. Find a way under his clothes and––

“Tell me”

“I was just joking”

––make him his. All his. And Nonono.

“Billy. What are you?”

“An incubus”

Andddd, that's TMI i know. Hopefully I'll finish it for next Halloween *crosses all fingers* bc I had such a good time writing it and isn't that far from being complete and, adashuhdsahd, I just LOVE the "x makes them do it" kind of fics but I think this was my first actual try at one?

Thank you so much for the ask, bb🖤🖤. It's so good to revisit these fics. I don't have that much time to write so I keep on losing impulse. But this is helping me remember there are things I'm excited to finish.

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mayans mc headcanon | living with coco + letty

mayans e7 was so cute with coco and letty! could i request a hc of living with them? like reader is coco’s girlfriend and letty sees her as a mother figure☺️btw i love your writing so much

- coco had promised that the minute he got a bigger place, you and letty would be moving in with him. he needed those he loved and cared for under a singular roof. it needed to be a safe space to de-stress about the day and forget about what made it stressful

- when it came time for that move, coco got letty out of that horrendous apartment his mother had her living in, and got you to pack your things up from where you were living and into a quiet little house at the edge of town.

- coco had spent weeks looking into the area, even going as far as plotting out how far it would be from your workplace, letty’s new school and the clubhouse. everything had to work out perfectly, otherwise he wasn’t taking it

- the first couple of weeks were difficult, as it was normal when it came to adjusting to a new area and house. there were routines to learn, ground rules to be set, and schedules to adhere to. but coco was willing to make it work for the sake of having his family close by.

- there is some major adjusting for both you and coco, as having a head-strong teenage girl running through the house was something complete foreign to you both and you had to deal with letty’s occasional attitude that made you laugh every time she got angry cause you knew exactly where she got it from.

- more times than not, coco always walked in during a girl-to-girl conversation were letty was getting some type of advice or running something by you to get your opinion. he was more than grateful that he had you as someone who letty trusted to talk about her issues with. 

- sometimes arguments would ensue, but over petty things like who’s turn it was to do the dishes, go to the grocery, clean around the house. this led to you and letty claiming a bathroom for your own and exiling coco to the other as too many times you fought over who was gonna have to clean the bathroom he used frequently.

- coco tries to do more family things, or at least brings up fun things the three of you can do together. if no one is busy, meaning coco doesn’t have club business to attend to, friday nights are usually movie and pizza night. coco still goes to the redbox and rents movies from them. letty calls him old and makes a joke about him having a blockbuster membership. it’s still on his key ring.

- sometimes, coco will just make a suggestion about making a day trip somewhere and just making a day out of it. he usually tries to get the two of you to eat at different places you’ve never eaten before. and is that parent that really likes the penny collection stampers and carries change around just so he can do that.

- also, coco tries his best to be home so y’all can have a nice family meal together. even if it’s a bunch of street tacos he picked up on the way home. rarely does he cook anything that’s not already pre-made. but if you cook, he’s not opposed to having a good meal. sometimes he might go out and buy a nice pre-made meal from somewhere just to have something nice, and that’s not cereal.

- more times then not, the three of you find yourselves in the garage, working on a car or bike, or just sitting on the porch and enjoying some time together. it’s moments like these where no one really needs to speak and you all just enjoy each others presence.

- if coco is gone on a run, letty typically sleeps with you. she can’t always sleep without the comfort of knowing her dad is gone, so she will drag her pillows and blanket into your room so the two of you can get somewhat of a decent sleep for however long coco is gone. this was found completely by accident by you haven’t bothered to bring it up and neither has letty, so you just leave it.

- when coco does return home, it’s just some nice dinner and some relaxing family time. it’s odd for coco to say that but he’s perfectly fine with just cuddling on the couch with his two favorite girls.